Who Am I?
I am the brutal breeze
that swallows the seeds
plugged in the mother earth
whose living would kill all mirth.
I am the raging rain
that spew out the reign
of those who sit on a filthy throne
and eat with their pockets filled alone.
I am the strange voice
that echoes loud with no choice
in the wilderness filled with crocs
who lived ever more like rocks.
Bard Tosin Morakinyo