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 spitting 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.