Chinyelu Agwu Poems

Let my pen flow in this lyrical trilogy
Herein I croon at the dazzling skies
That spread like folds of rich purple linen above our feeble roofs
In this moment
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Where lies the jungle, he asks.
I was told to go this way, he says.
You see, I'm on a safari, he says,
To view the wild animals
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Tonight,
We woke to the sound of the rapping rooster
Leading an orchestra of violins, flutes,
And talking drums
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The lion that scaled the fence looked back
But its glassy, sparkling eyes
Met darkness
Across the fence.
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If you depart from the company that rests at the waterhole
You will not only know thirst
You may know death.
Here we run
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