A heart has no title.

Sitting at the window with my hand resting on its sill

I am staring outside at the beauty of nature

This place is peaceful but out there is war

Man pitting war against his fellow

Women spiting each other

Power abused like codeine

Love, no place for it in a world that chooses to ignore it

Tearing kindness and chewing off innocent children

Our lands are decaying

Our culture becoming extinct.

Bibiana Ossai © 2017.

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