FEAST

 


A feast was thrown and

I was the centre of celebration

Mind you, I wasn't the celebrant 

But I was the object of merriment

Not for my strength and wits

Not for my upright stature 

But they feasted 

cos they had finally won

so they thought

What a pity— not for me

For the sky can never meet the earth

What a waste of feast 

By: Sambasy 

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