Treasure Island

Oluko George

(1986 / Nairobi[Kenya])

PAPER IGNORANCE


'We are all example
of human and am a sample.
So, have a time so ample
and enjoy it like an apple.'

Pre-school,
life so cool,
No cane, no pain-one rule
to ignite ignorance in mind and soul.

School life,
wake five or past half,
angry for a robbed sleep you have
to be, but an end laugh!

Post-school,
woe [soiled] words
you meet in this world.
Easy to fight with a paper you hold!

No school,
Full of pre-school,
No history, hard post school!
No defense and no tool!

'We have been a sample of all
the human, inhuman...man as whole,
we had nice time, not hard as wall
enjoying it like an apple in the mouth of an owl! '

Submitted: Wednesday, March 11, 2009

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