| Self Improvement Poetry posted November 16, 2011 |
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poem a bout a suffering people in a country
The Moving Wind
by omondi
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The wind moves
Sounds are heard Crying for help The sounds never stops. East to the west The word H-E-L-P Is the order of the day Make sure you see the light We can make the pain go By consoling ourselves. For years tears on our eyes Sounds that horrifies are heard But together we stand We know we are going to win The end of this will come. |
5-7-5 Poetry contest entry
I wrote this poem following the suffering people are going through their life's that is;lack of job,bad governance and bad health in our countries.
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