The Alternative

Everyday the dry toilet tissue
Gets wet and it is dumped
We have listened the worn out anthems of yesterday
Reeling from sugar coated tongues

Today is not like yesterday
When farina was our only meal
Tomorrow when the fatwas rain
Like hails in frosty days
We will leave
To the next house
And lay our head
For a halcyon sleep.

by Tony Adah

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