Street children by Akwu Sunday Victor
Rummaging through rubbish piles
For sellable and recyclable iron and aluminum wares
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To Unknown Nigerian Soldiers
The shield of the land
With might of eagles soar high
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The Prodigals
Down the drain dregs domicile dew drenched
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Futurist Realism
this trend is born to bridge the past, present and the future
glancing backwards to see the future
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Abdulmalik, Mohammed Danrukayat, is a poet, playwright, novelist and a scholar.He bagged a Diploma in theatre Arts from the Benue state University, Makurdi, B.A degree in English Literature from Usmanu Danfodiyo University, Sokoto, and M.A Dramatic Arts from the University of Nigeria, Nsukka.
He is currently at the verge of completing a doctorate degree in African Literature.He lectures at the Department of English and literary studies, Kogi state university, Anyigba.
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The Shape of Tomorrow
Once a toddler crawling in the dust
mother was my ears and eyes
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Akwu Sunday Victor is a Nigerian Poet, Critic and scholar. He is a writer with a gargantuan task, and that is, hastening the end of " Post colonial" rhetoric and discourse. However, he is still searching for a name to Christine his age and the spirit about to take form in African literary and theoretical discourses. He is a voice that must not be ignored in contemporary Africa.)
Don'T Read Me
Am not a poem
don't read me
am the pain in his heart
the tears in his heart
I crept in unknown
and he searched for salt water
to purge his emotion
I am not a poem,
don't read me.
I am the pain in his heart
with head off ice
searching for broken spirits to heal.
Am I a poem?