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An Animal Farm

As home is for living, farm is for rearing
The home dies in dry peace and unity
Scattered, dirty laundries and dishes
Husband harshly beating the darling
The darling beating the kids
The kids beating up one another in
Home of quarrel and fighting
A true animal farm it is.

The neighborhood of horror,
Where neighbors lock horns to horns
Enmity is the king
No place for peace to find succour
And comfort and humans feed on humans
Or wasn't that what animals do?
Neighborhood is lost, the home is no harbor;
A true animal farm it is.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(the Leo with wings flying)

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