This week, “My Literery Hub” takes a look at some poetry to reflect on our society that has so gone adrift. Dad On The Piano Generational bluesCan confuse you stillOh, make it wellThen, speak up wholeNow the rains are hereFor farms and farming can’t move forwardUnless the fertilizers comeAmbush these crops overAnother choice…youthsAbhor the landStill blind to the realityNo jobs. Only land.No fallowing, ‘cos no spaceHunger stands with forksRaking the jelly on the intestine wallsFreely spilling and lettingBlood out, into a gushInto the gutter running intoThe large intestines.Gosh!Daddy’s piano. Halt!!…
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