You bear the pain as if in labour room
Well meaning users savours your ray
As you bleed like a wild dam
We are as eased as cruising birds
...
Like a wounded thunder
calvary thunders how low
the son of man had stooped
that men would live far
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Death,
why art thou so clean like pigs in mire
why stoop so high to take away babes
thrown away like the trash of trash
...
On a sudden sobbing night
in west african harmattan,
Light wasn't smiling
in the thickness of naked darkness
...
Poems
I think my poems
I poem my thoughts
Even the erms!
In poems are caught