Orike Didi Poems

We are all bugs
Running around the globe
With words as weapons.
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I sit at an angle
At the table head
To watch children of men.
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With all powers
Bestowed on me
I make bold to say that;
‘I, the poet
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Not all laughter
Comes in times of joy;
Some come in moments of pain.
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I am another Ken
standing, short like the Eiffel Tower
wanting to spew my body fluids
on the faces at the Ecole Militaire
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I pity those who struggle
with words
and the words end up killing them;
what shall we do at their funeral?
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Above sea bed, cold
city of tunnels
where short and long coaches live
a life of their own.
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I walked cloud-headed
Into the Hall of Shame
To lay a wreath of thorns
On the casket of a dead soldier.
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Mini-Iji II

I was sitting here when the river met me
Stretching its wide arms to embrace me,
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As darkness begins to illuminate light
They begin to run in concentric circles
Of lies and strange debates-
Parliaments of vileness
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