okoye charles

Rookie - 2 Points (12th Febuary,1988 / Onitsha)

okoye charles Poems

Our Street Is Broken

Our street is broken,
Iron gates now lay widely ajar.
Who among you will not lend a hand, a friendly token,
To check the growing gully, drifting us apart.

Hungry stomachs groaning in the corner,
'Give us a crumb, a slice, ' they say.
While refuse bin outdo one another,
In exotic dishes, a few yard away.

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