Kennedy Oluoma Poems

Brownies are always lovely
except for sundays
when they get back from church sad
thinking their souls are as dark as their name
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The gun dialogue has ended in cold blood
Warm blood gush and trickle fresh from the empty soldiers
that fell trying to stand firm by lying down.
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My heart sickens in despair
Trembling to burst
Mama sing me to cradle
To rest from fertile deaths
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Last to be hired, first to be fired
Yet on our oil rich land, their filthy band
No green plant above the earth. Gas flaring sickens our health
No rich meadow for my leisure, no pleasure.
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Roses are red
Violets are blue
Those dreams are dead
Likewise you.
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