Treasure Island

ONOJA ANTHONY

(30th, november 1988 / JOS NIGERIA)

Plight Of Fate (Part 1)


What a day of bliss;
Amidst dreams in the land of 'mencity'
Amidst fate crumbled by
In turn, amidst me on the edge of egg
My youth are damn proud

Proud of course
Of clinnging children on their foetal throbs, amidst aiming men with trumpet of kids
Oh! on the edge of echo....when will this awful fury of ageing tooth come to a crumbled end.

But up in the cave of morera, I entangled my youthful haul in a circular clip of clever case, never in 'mencity' my cries echo out nor heard in 'konami'.

Submitted: Sunday, August 26, 2012
Edited: Monday, August 27, 2012
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