The woman in labor
Called out to the midwife,
“Madam,
Is there a way
I can save it from the agony of this world?
a world haunted by the demon dollar,
is not fit to greet it.
Is there a way I can retain it in this safe harbor
till the world gets kinder?
Is there a way I can give it a fairer chance?
It is coming from paradise
into a world of disguise.
Milk and honey, it eats
No money to feet”
“Madam,
Push!
It is coming.”
Responded the midwife
The beautiful hands writes this beautiful thought
Cannot stop reading
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I love this poetry. This is nice, the use of words is amazing. You try to bring out the emotions though something is still lacking but I believe it is something you can perfect.
Great stuff.
I’ll personally promote your pieces.
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Thank you for your appreciation of the poem. Looking forward to you sharing more on what you feel, and where exactly you think I need to make amendments.
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