What strength of will lay deep and hard
Keen to quench as invisible dew
Borne on wild blades of grass this thirst
For the glistening ripeness of your flesh;
Or calm reason rising stilling
Raging tempest of surrendered breasts?
Know this, grassland melts to desert
I remain far out bobbing at sea.
Know this, you are loved; dearly loved.
(Nigeria)
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