Haruna Garba

I won't sing a Song,
lest I misguide the feet.
I won't sing a Song
about this unpleasant world-
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The moment it is lit,
the perfect flares out
The moment it manifests,
the perfect disappears:
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Not only with bangs
is a battle fought,
tongue tautens some torque
if your ears are the echoing types
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Who would have thought of water being sold in a shop?
Ewers or guard then in tins
But now we see different
We have seen it all
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Hoopoe, our bird of wisdom
The celebrated pendant, the poet
After decades of cultural heroism
Filled a cup from centaur
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Fresh and scarcely visible
when the dump breath of the earth lives her
It soars heavenward
but as it gets exhausted enroute
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Promised fair bath of sunlight
the stem urges the branches to fly the leaves
Promised clouds and rainfall
the stem urges the branches to fly the leaves
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Here is the pool
dangled before the novice fool
and pressed by pride,
in he will plunge
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There is no eloquent talker like him
No convincing speaker like him
No assuring conman like him
Dream of all dreams!
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Draped in hard fabric
Feet walking deep pits
And forelimbs waving
To all audience the world's
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More, more above the stars
Vastest blanket shading them
Infinity is a magnificent sight
In between numbers it skyrockets
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To say that Google is fussy
Is like fire being it to every tinder
To say that Google is ethical
Is like a buccaneer is out at sea
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Here were they sat before the returned tourist
Here were they listening to the tales of abroad
Friends, relatives and the paupers of the land
By and large, yes men to tales of the Big shot
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Bottoms used to padded seats
Sides groomed to sleep on air
It is back to the helm or sink
Is as it is with the captains
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Where I am, goat is tied to a post
Out of mercy, the kids are kept free
They suck and keep running about
They jump, buck and freely run out
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Badly as each may want to be good
To leave alone what so should be
That, ants of the world won't allow
Bitten, you're all for ridding the itch
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To stuff the brain,
Nearly busted my ears were
To hear the blowups,
Nearly busted veins i had had
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Sweet things of the world
So scarce, so short lived
History ere you would hymn
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Moment my head arrived without
And when I had found my mouth
For some forty minutes I cried it out
New to its weather utterly i was
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So many the grey are ebon
So many the innocent, guilty
It is only a matter of proof
Smart attorneys know of it
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