Haruna Garba Poems

I know a forest man when I see one
So do I, when I hold on to a Savannah one
But what I see is an Asian
Chinese Japanese or Korean
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Daddy didn't want him to be just this
Mummy didn't want him this way
And he didn't like the idea either
It's the handiwork of the tempting world
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The upper lava spewed up
And the solid earth gave in Craters
Now they have grown in to such a range
Quake alone can dislodge
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Here lies it, a heap- destroyed
Here lies it, a heap- damaged
Here lies it, a heap- desolate
And here is a splendid surgeon
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You gullible, you naïve
What makes thee even think
You'll take your share of the take?
The charming uncle is only playing con-
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That Mali which swallowed Ghana
And Songhai that swallowed Mali
Where are they now
Except they had done the animal things
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Loud and clear is the voice
The throat of the Uncle
Voice calling to emergency
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Now you are there
But you can't unravel it
Forestallers have mines on
Each planted the way of thy tool
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Seven brisk princesses born to the queen
And when she comes to the end of the road
It wearies me how the threads could be sorted out
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