Robinson Jonathan Dare


Second-Hand Cycle - Poem by Robinson Jonathan Dare

Their sexes are predestined by the big flash from the machines

Deformed limbs and brains they become

Second class births they are

The colonialists milked her dry

She trembled for long under the uncrowned khaki men

Second-hand country she is

Our fulfillment lies in brand new second-hand appliances

We pride on Tokumbo automobiles

Even with the nomenclature beautification

Second class they still are

Distant pleasures poach the land'sbest brains

They are juiced out and ditched like Eve's pad

Deported with brains as dry as dusts

Second-hand spirits housed by second-hand flesh

Second-hand citizens they become

Our waists can no longer bend to till the land

Oh, they've suffered!

So stiff from their decades of bending selecting okrika

Second-hand flesh
Second-hand spirits
Second-hand jobs
Second-hand zeal
Second-hand wages
Pauperish second-hand life
Second-hand death
All is cyclically okriginal

But a sea of hope abounds

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 6, 2013



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