In a jar of poison that we call life
A heart throbbing in lust
A mind burning to ajust
A body wriggling weakly to strive
For a drop of hope to quench thirst
For an eternal rest in a snakes nest
...Yet, the crux of this so-called life is a merely
squandering of time
Where a peaceful fancy is a lethal crime
#Sam E Gharbi #African poems #Art #Literature
