Poem By Rotowa RANTI

Searching the valley
Waiting for a bus in the wilderness
Who art thou?
Where art thou?

Not realizing who d goat was
Grazing the wilderness of Sinai
Struck igneous thrown to it peak
What art thou upon?

Am out who shall give the succor?
Searching for the greatest
I am great I said
Are you interested? Am lost

The Nile wind, tsunami called
Hurricane will soon enter my body
Are we expecting it?
Tornado to break your comfort zone
When he shall come so soon
Will you be around?

Soon my home shall be that
The head shall be carpeted
The sole shall reign
The myopic shall be grazed

I need no two bodied
I need no two mouthed
I need no two OH MY GOD
I need a lot of Glasses

Am coming to break the edge
Never break it… am coming
Bumps ahead sharp curves zebra crossing
At last I wept
He lost the dictionary
And hearkened not to the signs

What should I do?
Should I send another one?
They have all the stores needed around
To last the seven years
My body needs this tsunami

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