Ahmed Maiwada

There’s the slain throat of a soldier;
There’s the wild man with a dagger:
Malala lies in her own blood
          in Taliban’s land.
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Super Eagles, once again, can't fly.
Once again our pen will fill the well!
Yet, the pat falls on the broken birds:
O, stuffs that I must trust are failing me!
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The archangel of love's archenemy   
whisks me, a fly, like a rocket tail.
The wheeled spirit rolls me from
  you; shares a chilled sea between
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Today the world has ended;
Hear the Last Trumpet's sound.
How many talents have I gained
To make the cloud rider please?
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Since those ten ways I have trekked
To forget you
Bowed to your routing face, old  

Memories - impetuous mice, have sniffed
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Sleep is singing in my ears;
Hunched at my rear -
Mozart's million medleys
Are growing unclear;
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Since this breeze began to blow southwards,
The weighty breaths of these
Beach palms have littered only city-tales. And I am finished
With furry crimes
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Come, wave your wings over my fire;
Wave them low, for you are cold.

Not one feather withhold;
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Are you going to be just a radio:
Loads of sound,
Loads of noise;
Loads of nothing at all,
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There's an empty message in my mailbox.
It bears your name.
It bears your zodiac and other signs.
It bears midnight - the sunshine of buttermade flies.
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