So Long A Quarrel Poem by Tony Adah

The long quarrel
Was about a short issue
And I listerned endlessly
To a bedtime story
Told in a car.

From the vehemence
And outpouring of words
There was an infidel in the car
And I was demonished
By one who should rescue me
From the sting of the public tongue.

I was quiet
Quiet with unspoken pain
No flood of rain
Could sweep
I was calm
Resolute to be a deaf-mute
But provided an abode
For pain in my heart
Every bit of the word
In this quarrel
An inoculum of immunity
So I'm strong today.