A New Born Poem by Tony Adah

I am a new born
Broken away from the old
Those spattering words
Doth, thou, thy of yore.
I will knit my words neatly
Up and down and crabwise
Slowly and steadily I will move
Not stutter a word
Than croon my tunes,
Bring the beauty of the hills
And of the vales,
Tell the gods what we need
Tell the people where they have
Gone wrong.
I will croon my tunes
Spontaneously I will speak
Smoothly they will leave my lips
Like I am in a loo
Done in diarrhea.