Road Accidents By Charles Mloka ~ The Wonderful Surgeon and Other Poems When I think of my father, my tears roll. I lost an opportunity to join high school. To enjoy the fruits of education. Today, a beggar I’m, stationed on this point of the street. Where the son of a woman was all gone. Waiting to see him once more. But in vain! Today, people wait, children cry, and women mourn. Everyday, morning and afternoon. All soothing hymns, are sung at mortuaries. Only to receive, the bodies of sons…
