I can hear the crying again.
I can feel the sound again.
Very strange
Like the cur of owls at noon that sound
horror
Making your mind afraid of the doom creating
terror
Dog, they say
‘See strange things at night
And they bark, not cry’
What would have deepened the agony of dogs
to howls at this deep eye of the night?
Could they have given themselves to be the
messenger of evil?
No!
Strange things are bound to happen at
night.
The evil perpetuated by men at night have no
respect for it creator.
Birds and cats, I know, give themselves for
evil.
Their appearances bring cold-fears to the
soul of man as in residential evil.
Then, what could this be?
‘Cause the pain in their cry,
Moreover, the horror in their voice, bring no
relieve to the saint.
Suddenly, I learn,
That the cry of a dog is a message of a
lost soul
Who could be killing whom?
And who will stop the dog from crying out
its womb?
It a cry of song of untrue justice
Full with bitterness and agony of a lost
peace
Peace, my beloved!
Lost of peace that has no replacement in
the soul
But remembrance of a heart full of
dejection
Forever……………..
This is my intellectual work and should be treated as such. Please make proper reference as due.
by SOLOVE SOLOMON
This is my intellectual work and should be treated as such. Please make proper reference as due.
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