Friends Poem by Tony Adah

I have a horde of them
That blossom like flowers
In my garden
Beneath them
Some green mambas with gall
Embedded in the fangs
Thus care kindles in my heart
That in the greens under danger is green
My foot restrained a step
And the forlorn folks yearn deadly
For my end amid friendship
Cloaked in guile but their purpose
Torn open in my eyes
With a pebble in between my toes
A perfect reminder of my harmless flowers.