Thursday, 30 June 2016


Raced low down,
Rode snails, slugs,
Robbed of crown,
Reigned on lungs.

Go, tell the devil,
'Light big flames',
Just got more evil, 
Bring your friends.

Dilemma talk, hush,
Run, chase the rush, 
Sword sliced tongue,
A song silence sang.

'Silence Sang'
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha


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