Broken into pieces none to reminiscent,
To what was foretold, we faultily behold.
The promise we deem makes no sense,
Do not refute, it’s the feast of loneliness.
Plain words from the Word, we conceal
Vide, nos cœurs sont seul
Sole hearts cry, ‘Take it all, obscurity!’
That’s “a-keep-it-short-and-simple, solitude”.
Pursue not Orwell’s 1984, ‘Ignorance is strength’
For no piece of life can you rent
When buss of soleness is a muss for weakness!
Read – A Bird of Passage – A Poem by Favour Obilor, Nigeria
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