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Discussion Continues - Poem by MAHAMMA ADRIANNE

Discussion Continues
The Sky shouts,
Nature weeps,
And my bucket fills.
My hut leaks
Tears of venoms,
Those kill not snakes.
Antivenin treats.
Does not make fools.
When a dog barks,
The fowl croaks.
Pretenders have marks;
Indelible marks,
That the child discerns.
Crocodile tears,
Everyone sees.
For octagons,
Strength saps
And sixth sense dulls.
So rests,
The octagon needs.
My culture says
“I shall respect octagons”
What more of those with grays?
Cultures with capital Cs
And Cultures with small cs?
Ain’t these ironies?
Yes! Dramatic ironies
Not Socratic ironies.
Whys and wherefores?
Olumo and Aso are both rocks.
By Auwal Abdullahi

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 19, 2011

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