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FLYING WITHOUT Wings



This is an episode,

Of women in sorrow.

If you can today decode,

Wait not for tomorrow.

Even though I’m now tamed,

What I do isn’t my will.

They had my belly all drained,

And I’m trying to refill.

 

Confess! and I confessed.

Only repeat what we said,

ā€œI AM A WITCHā€ Else they amputate me.

A statement which,

I have failed to retweet.

 

But does it make any sense?

If one cannot afford Samsung

Why not go for Hisense?

Even if I were a weak witch

Wouldn’t I at night switch

Into the bat that sung?

 

Keeping me in a WITCH CAMP,

With my fate all clamped,

Doesn’t hurt me at all.

Yet those free and criticizing,

Are the wizards after all.

Were we to be witches, wouldn’t we flee at night?

Comments

  1. How can someone thought of to be powerful at night agree to go thru humiliation daily?? God have mercy on humanity and help our poor mothers flee...
    Great one bro.. I'm touched.. God bless ur good works

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