Akwu Sunday Victor Poems

We Who Left the Gold Behind
By Victor Eneojo (inspired by the cries of a continent)

We are the children of the soil,
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Amina of the Sand: A Migration Lament

A multi-voiced poem in five parts
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No Freedom in Libya

For the nameless ones caged without cause, twice condemned.
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The Man in the Dust

(For Every Man Who Vanished Into the Forest)
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I saw him.
The one they said had changed.
He walked past my window yesterday,
carrying kola and bread for his mother,
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White Robes, Red Hands
(A poem for a country forgetting its wounds)

They say the war is over
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