Best Poem of Obi Yindal

Without A Home
A putrefying sea without its Maker
A dread to imagine, nor stare at its pain
O the misery without the Creator,
Little orphans due for a home in the rain. . . .
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You have caught me once again
Under your power
Without an umbrella.
Have mercy on my head.
Mercy, please mercy,
I beg you mercy;
Leave me with some dignity.
Trickle lightly as I walk;
Don’t you trample
Upon me. . . .
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