By Tikum Mbah Azonga
My gun is fired
And my door, alarmed
But my meal isn't salted
Yet the wanton gods stare at me.
Now that I'm not hired
No armed
Why have they so foolishly halted
Instead of taking a bold leap in the sea.
Copyright 2010
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