BACK FROM CAPTIVITY

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 From utopia to Mars.

From pain to vain.
From dusk to dust.
Roaming the street of despair
Frets of survival lingers
With little dots of fear.
Craggy in all expectations.
Varying peace and tranquility
Vocals of the deserted.
From captivity we hail
Home built on the terrains
Like whores peaking from the
terrace.
Marching on to the lost glory
With scent of sweet savouring
sweats
A riddle we fondle for many years.
Lo! Solitary men we are.
Hath fought battles of austerity
Looking for the so-called
prosperity.
In a land faraway
In fairytales locked away
We are back to the lost way.
Amazons of the black world
Holding hands with the frail
heroes
To mend a broken confinement.
written by Tokede Daniel
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