Whispers in Verse 1

ABSCESS IN STATE – by Nduko o’Matigere My state’s lower abdomen aches Paining in gnawing unending pangs Each movement a spell in acute pain Like a branding rod: red hot; frightening Pressed coldly atop sections of the country’s buttocks The sores and pain and itching mingle My motherland’s lower abdomen is swollen A congealed collectionContinue reading “Whispers in Verse 1”