Ending Annuities

BeckyTP formally known as Rebecca Moraa is a student at Moi University Main Campus Kenya. My passion in poetry grew in primary school.

An offer is made, upon ending annuities

Each one ends its way, with special tokens

In mine this time, I made changes...

It will end quietly, with crying souls

I call 999, no answer...

How about 112, I can't get connected

Oh! No, I want to help save them

Our bleeding brothers, sons of African soil.

But something went wrong...

The agencies died, but were never buried

Their emergency phones ring; no answer

Who ever killed human hearts?

Were they replaced by lion souls?

Oh! No, our agencies must resurrect

To save the sons of the soil

From being held hostage, in their own homes.

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