SOWING SEEDS OF POETRY, EXPECTING HUGE HARVEST #POEMS
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Fortune has now become a fantasy,
Ever since pain and tears flooded in…
Our hankies soaked, we lost Goodluck
And everything changed just as promised
Hence, compatriot… break a leg as you beg
For your freedom from your phantom…
As for me, I am fed up with all these
Old berries and rotten fruits on trees.
Sitting beside a burning fire I feel the heat of my desire But my judgment is clouded By an all or nothing ill demand. People…
There were once clans of great people Living by their ethics and spiritual beliefs All across the River of Niger and Benue Until amalgamation came…
Plastics are made from oil Underneath the surface soil Hot balloons are filled with air Same air makes the fire flare. Cruel we may title…
Hey…! enough of the on and off No more switch, no more jagged knife Take it far away from my life… Including words that made…
