I heard tales of national cake
Baked in security and development,
Education as icing
Economic stability toppings
Back home
Our cake was baked in a hurry
With flames from razed buildings by bandits
Soaked in blood drained by ritualist
Nicely baked cake are for the rich and mighty
While the masses share heart break as breakfast
While betrays desert cut from the national cake
Be calm it would be your turn
©Ilma
Your poem comes from the deepest part of you, you can feel the rage but also the pain. They are words full of feeling that you combine very well with the allegory of a cake.
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A very sincere poem my friend, I feel your anger in your writing, thank you very much for sharing.