Splitting in the sky so high

Touch lightly by hands so fly

Bountiful in the world’s windbag

Dirt-free homicide, I roam

But wishing she recognize

Say more; make-out

With her white and blue vision

 

Wish she will neglect

The eye and dirt stories

Wish she could understand

Or stand on the things of her, I know…

Wishing I know ways

To clean-up and bunch a tot bag

 

Splitting in the sky so high

Touch lightly by hands so fly

Bountiful in the world’s windbag

Dirt-free homicide, I wish

I know ways to take her out

Away from this city

This city that kills me.

 

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

© 2011

https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

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