POETRY
WHEN WILL I LIVE AGAIN? Urassa Aloyce It’s night already, Quietly sitting in my room, I hear a voice around, “When will I live again?” It sounds like a young lady, Calling her dad and mom, Asking, “Why all these”? “When will I live again?” “Through love you were bound together, In it you decided, And the outcome was me, but When will I live again?” With discipline you raised me, Morals you installed in me, But look! These men are ruining me, When will I live again? With disappointments I exist, Miserably walking and speaking, Holding a lot in my heart, When will I live again? Pray dad, pray mom, For these men to take care, Not to destroy me, Then, I will live again. ©2019