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South-South; on its last legs

Named by the River

Down South

Towards the River

The bitter taste of liberty

Young and sturdy tree

Grew by the River

 

But now that she is free

From white skin

And slavery,

She hijacks,

Mar and stains

Self wrecking her own black-skin

 

 

But now that she is free

From white skin

And slavery,

Where is the destination

Of the hot volcano she erupts?

Still on her homes;

 

Brothers in arm, sisters in South

Green-lands dried and withered

All for dug-wells and greed

Marred and stained

Death she set and freed

X-box she plays on another man’s life

 

Murdered by lawless-armed-brothers

Lawful brothers in arm

Battle of the rabbits and hippos

Withered are the green grasses

O, brothers and sisters in South-South

Let die the crisis.

 

 

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

© 2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

 

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