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Tony Ogunlowo Poems
When Oil Spills
An explosion a rupture ....oil spills
A Suicide Bomber Looks Back
Saddam was bad enough killing us all in random fits of anger - or madness!
On the Road to Baghdad
On the road to baghdad I heard an American warplane streaking overhead
The Cry Of The Unborn
I forsee my birth in many, many years to come as a passage into a world plagued with hatred and greed.
And When Did You Last See Your Father?
I last saw my father when he was at Deaths’ Door his pomp and pageantry and pride all gone,
The Odyssey Of The Magi
I left all my worldly belongings behind me my Aston Martin, the Mansion, my private yacht and all my earthly treasures and fortune
The Dying of Detroit
The banks have messed up and the dollars have stopped flowing, Motowns’ music has
Pidgin Prose: When Bible big pass juju!
Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live (Ex.22: 18) . When Bible big pass juju!
Catch Me If You Can!
Catch me if you can for I am the Invisible Man!
Our Lords Prayer in Pidgin Prose
Our Fadda wey dey up in di sky for heaven, as I dey for dis life
Pidgin Prose: Even Di Gods Don Forget Us...
Obatala, have we offended you? Orunmila, Baba Ifa
The Black Pimpernel
The Black Pimpernel where is he? He's not at home,
The Dying High Stret
This is not how Sinclair Lewis imagined it.
Libya, Here We Come!
We're the G.Is! We're the Marines! We're the World Police!
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When Oil Spills
Like the Rivers Of Hades
the black sludge spreads forth
consuming all in its path.
Our marine animal friends
are smothered and die,
can't lift their oil-clogged
and fly away.
Our once golden beaches
become black murky bogs
reeking of death and dsetruction
inaccessible to eveyone.
Fishermen have had to
hang up their nets
and hope and pray
the waters will become
and they can
push out their boats
and fish again.
And when oil ...