Queue2_Poem_for_the_Day

Society is bitter and kola seemed sweeter
Our shout is a whisper from a mile away
The norms are trickier than our melancholy

Every turn we take leads us away from home.

To our children we became a burden
If we press too hard they'll give up the ghost
But where in this globe do we go?
Where stomachs bloat from over feeding.

The doctor said "stop thinking too much
Lest your legs dry up And they forsake you
When you need a walk, away from the odds
When things don't seem to work".

Ours is but faith and hope
Hours, days or even months
Grace is still and strong
Saviour lead us all.