Poem
By FIDELIS SUKINA
in the eye of the storm,
I stand and wait.
In excitement and hate,
I quake in my boots,
winds at high speed,
heart at high beat,
a lone ranger,
In the eye of the storm.
Nothing much a machete
my boots, a bonds shirt and a cut jean,
I yell at the top of my voice,
take me I have had it,
a chance to suicide,
a chance to be in Valhalla,
But worth it or not
I must concur.
My fields to be in ruins
my livelihood to be shattered
as I wait my faith in the eye of the storm.
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