*Worry Not Mama*
This storm of poverty
soon will pass.
Though she raids
like Tsunami
Like a mine field
Dynamite ridden
foundation,
wall of our life
It had struck
battle to fight
with no sword
away with guns;
Hold prayer and
hard work
Beckon God here
Mama pray me success
This tale of poverty
Shall become history.
*~ILORI .M. OLUWATOSIN*
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