By Emmanuel Otieno Obwanga

It’s night,

Full of light,

The owl mourns,

The band brawls,

Quick or rather slow,

Before it turns into snow,

He had might,

Yet I was bright,

He was unloved ,

I was loved ,

Yet we all,

Bound with something small,

But bigger than a mall,

The Risk


He had money,

I was broke,

He bought her,

As I watched ,

We fought,

Yet he thought,

I would loose,

Without knowing that I was taught ,

To be bold like gold,

The Risk

For more of his poetry read Poetry of it’s time

By Emmanuel Otieno Obwanga

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