She is ever before me
Like the sky
Yet I cannot tell her how I feel
Is this not suffering
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On one lonely night
I lay on a bench outside
my house quietly gazing
at the solitary moon.
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Who can love like mother?
Who will think upon my covering
when I bed the night?
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How could she live
knowing I suffer the pangs
of unspoken words like
flower in the bossom of the night.
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Would you stand to hear
words coming from my
hidden stuff within?
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The dark hours approaches
My shadow bygone to his
unknown abode
Am left alone with crumb memories
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It has hatched
It has hatched
Can't you see
Look
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When you're close to me
and you say somethings
Don't say it half
and be telling me you can't
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I don't want to think of Biafra
because am afraid of war.
The unity of Nigeria is deeply rooted
with pure bred and hybrid
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Many have turned facebook
to picture gallery, where they
show up and be happy getting
likes like it a paycheck.
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