Anyim Mobuchi Noble Poems

Now the saddening flute may sing
Of the dismal harvest and empty barns.
We were told that hard work and faith,
Will surely make us great.
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They have made me an owl in a marketplace,
And they say, pout your beak and hoot,
Stir the night,
And hoot again.
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The knives have blunted,
When they are needed the most.
The road has become forests
On the day of our journey.
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I'm lost in that thought again.
What if it all goes away?
Everything that we love,
Every article of pride,
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In the breezy dreamy night:
They sat by the sloping road,
Watching shadows and stars.
And their hearts danced to secret songs,
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Close your eyes, imagine
That this hand was wrinkled and cold.
Would you still say to me,
"Can I hold your hand? "
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Someone will come along;
Say this to your doubting heart.
Believe the prayers you have prayed,
And choose to be fine.
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What is this thing I hear?
Are those the sound of drums -
The blood-stirring okongwu?
Ana m anu: I hear you!
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In my shy eyes were the confidence of pure affection,
As endearing words blurt from deep within.
Oh! How I loved you, first and ferociously.
If only you had not been a fool,
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I blew my wishes into the wind,
And the golden flames were gone;
Leaving five candles with charred wick,
Standing like lonely pillars on a hill.
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