
01 May Risk
Risk
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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