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By Friday Louis

Let the hunter show himself
From his hiding bushes
And I will surrender this walking corpse
To take away this lingering pain
Let his catapult
Set my tortured soul free
I am a wandering bird
That never finds a place to perch
My wings are wounded
From my never ending escapades
Flying away from this hunter
Who has sworn before his pots
To make them glow
And appease his children’s appetites

So call the hunter

Tell him I will perch


Author Bio

Born in 1990, Friday Louis hails from Machinga, Malawi. He holds a Bachelor of Education Degree from The University of Malawi. He currently teaches English Literature and Language in secondary school.

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