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A year ago

HAD NO TIME TO CHOOSE

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Flawsome_poetry, [8/5/2020 9:27 PM]

The 21st century age.


Apparently, we grin,

In any case, that endures just some time,

Our distresses stretch a mile,

Our fantasies and goals, simply a sile.


In private, we fight misery,

in broad daylight, set up with abuse,

By states of our countries,

greater part of us long for confinement.


We take cover behind liquor,

obviously it's rarely purposeful,

Compulsory activity it appears,

Our hurt and torment, communicated in images.


In quest for abundance,

We've spurned our wellbeing,

We sell inadequate food,

cut our backwoods for wood.


Earth our house, is collapsing,

From left, an Earth-wide temperature boost,

In the west, heat waves and passings,

In the east floods and final gasps.


Around us, it's all collapse,

To us rules disarray,

We pass on from psychological militant blasts,

government abuses,

Also, pointless showdowns.


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@John_Ochola

@flawsome_poetry


Flawsome_poetry, [8/6/2020 9:37 AM]

Dear future spouse.


The executioner infection is here

The one that accompany dread and dread,

specialists say it has no fix, I hear,

It saves nobody my dear,

Of that they made sound and understood.


Trump called it an infection from the Chinese,

 Chinese say it's a result of America artfulness,

From Asia to Europe it has killed effortlessly,

Our lifestyle it has modified piece by piece.


They say it is new, before never seen,

No fix yet except for they are discussing an immunization,

Heartless, kills the underhanded and those without transgression,

That is the reason I request that you be extremely sharp,

Focus, this is about my closest relative.


Remain at home in self disconnection,

Stay away from swarm, particularly open transportation,

Clean up, it is a successful safeguard,

The infection is a bead disease,

Try not to contact your face, even in self profound respect.


Try not to be indiscreet, or discard alert,

That would be massacre against my age,

What's more, when the emergency fades away,

I need to meet you downtown,

What's more, kiss your crown

Be that as it may, first stay a live, or our fantasies are blown.


Your ❤ future spouse in self quarantine.

#stayhome

#staysafe


@John_ochola

@flawsome_poetry


Flawsome_poetry, [8/6/2020 11:46 AM]

Tall and rich,

Undisputed sovereign of magnificence expo,

the recollections I hang to,

what's more, long to truck you away, just us two.


investigate your earth-earthy colored eyes,

furthermore, commit to lie,

Coz lady you are charming, inquisitive and savvy,

the nerdiest since Solomon end.


Your skin feather delicate, and fair,

eyes hypotonic with hot gaze,

to losing you, I shiver and gloom,

for to you mikai, nobody look at.


My adoration for you, I keep in self confinement,

stays unadulterated, genuine liberated from defilement,

for your purposes, I long for, as the pandemic inoculation,

Without you, am lost, as is my age.



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