The price of bread
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Poem by: Grace 96-M
A new weather to change us is all we wished for
We prayed for the rains but our drought remained
When we were silent a flood came
Our perfection never seemed to be
Our adults told stories of former success
Yet what we experienced was a constant let down
The stories we all knew of a forme r bread basket
The pictures of war, shoved in our sights
History into our present
Speeches given of our former glory
Yet we never won
And we still drank from the cup of past glory
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good work.i like it.^^
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@Momina thank you so much...
Very well written. Things certainly change with time, and the changes can be heartbreaking. We are powerless to change anything at times, like bring the rain.
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That's so true...thanks for giving this a read!
Life is comparable to rhythm. It consists of sweet and bitter moments. Good work there!
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Thank you so much for dropping by!
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