A poem

Tragic-Voices
Flowers danced my song
Even when i tossed my tongue
And the palm tree touched clouds
Behold voices tilling grounds
A-fore was injurious state
Aback was deaths gate
And the stand of man vibrated
Yet man stood still like the deserted
His island of wisdom lost
As his shadows stood paused
Run run run!!!
A voiceless voice from nowhere
Dead became the prompt sun
And sweat drenched his hair
Hahaha! Laughed the soil
And the eyes of man began to coil
Till the ground made a sound
Gbuum! A man has fallen
And voices voiced a-loud
An innocent soul has fallen
Helter skelter ran the street within
And tears flooded the hearts of the living
Tragedy was at work that day
As it couldn't reschedule its day
For the man to live long
And tragedy raised a sorrowful song
From different tribes of tongue.
As written by ;
© KELLY JUUZ
December  2⃣0⃣1⃣6⃣
[ a salient prolific author...]