FERN FANACY
I strode around the ruins in a dreamy haze
As I strove to recall whose room used to be whom
A ‘fore the monster boomed with its steel broom
And left in a haste our tenement yard in messy
maze.
“They never warned us,” We all wondered.
“Lord my sick Mom’” A lass wondered.
“Should we demonstrate” A lad considered.
“Not with all these police” A lady warned.
Once my daze had turned into sobriety
I saw lush Ferns plenty in variety
Like we used to mingle in our small
society
Despite our lack of mental liberty
I can stand and smite this man-eat-man anomaly
By:
Walter Lelei (Kaplong)
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