THESE DARK PLACES

Poor ventilation, shadows like ghost
In full light of day, corners covered
Concealed places for roaches and rats
Bugs, fever, sickbay, sometime death
Theses dark places, let there be light

The mind, like umbrella shot in the rain
Eyes, unprotected, become blurred by showers
Ignorance, superstition in dark slanted caves
Impede progress and deter development

These dark places, prisoners of conscience
Political assassination and kidnapping
Electoral fraud guaranteed oppressive rule
One step forward and ten back in time
Anarchy looms, state doomed devoid of light

About This Poem

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
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Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: NGA

Favorite Poets: Inspired by an article in an old manuscript

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