A Slap on Unity’s Face



profilepicBy Yero Jallow

The old man stood there lonely and helpless

Supported by his walking stick

And his prayer beads he had for ages

He looked to the skies in utter disgust

His heart sounded and gave up over his legacy

As his only sons slapped unity hard on her face

And you could see the swells and marks on her face

She was hurt, wounded and humiliated.

As unity lay down in a state of coma

The old man cried continually, helpless

He prayed with hope in serene

Hoping for a peaceful resting the hereafter

He finally collapsed and fell to his knees

His Physical body lay bare on heated earth pebbles

His nose oozing blood, his soul rose to the heavens

While unity lay dead in a pool of blood.


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