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Nigeria: Broken English

The guitar strings
The drum and stick
All have their voices
In unifying sounds.

When strings and sticks
Are then broken
On the wrong notes
Of speech and cords

Inferiority
Everyman shall sense
Like a mix of
The hot and cold

Not to indict
Harmattan
And your tongue
As a coal man…

The British folks
Talk in their tones
We are all white
At least inside

Inferiority
Makes your tongue twist
So identify
Your mother’s path

If you stay green
The soil will grin
Let all folks bear
His own surname

So why not stand
On your barefoot,
Speaking truth in
Whatever you preach

I have my genes
Rooted in the soul
Of soil, speaking
Broken English

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

5 Comments

  1. Awesome poetic words, Vinz.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Dabir Dalton says:

    All men bleed red blood.

    Liked by 1 person

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