a patch of cloud befogs my field
pails of water are still left in the well
viridity sprouting,bearing my months hopes
hallucinations like these besprinkle my crops

famine guttled my wife last year
aint my children's eyes bigger than their ears?
throat clogged,screaming hard for their mother
what can be extreme in their nightmare

food being their own flesh,still hungry are their bellies
an ugly beauty,still a valued photo of dailies!
some writing articles others makin mockery
hope someday we'll be a part of that phratry....

people tried to reconstuct my expectations
i love renting my vague mind for their temptations
no weed is left,promises are meant to be broken!
so are mine,commiting suicide and its notion..........