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Confinement


 

Tell mama ‘worry not’; it’s no Usāmah ibn Lādins’ attack.

Raise the mast high for the coming upshot. 

Fate fades when he comes like tsunami disaster 

Romeos’ and Juliets’ ‘ anchor the Yacht; celebrate when the titanic ice fail

Globed-belly, behind walls, kicking the walls 

Desperate to put to death his mission 

Confine; feeds on mamas’ meals leasing no starvation.

 

 

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

© 2009


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