Around the equator: A poem 

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Tell me, O God 

why is it so hot 

around the equator? 

Where famine is an alligator 

The sun quells the earth 

like a man with no heart 

Hope’s child has died 

Misfortune is the bride 

Why tribes at war 

break every law? 

Ivory and gold 

are hungry and cold 

Diamonds are no food 

Morsels on burning wood 

Pale-faced with the loot 

Thuggery shot independence in the foot 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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