Haruna Garba Poems

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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Not only with bangs
is a battle fought,
tongue tautens some torque
if your ears are the echoing types
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The moment it is lit,
the perfect flares out
The moment it manifests,
the perfect disappears:
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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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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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Of goodwill ridden mind,
and goodwill ever taking first place
I didn't grow suspicious in the first place
not until I came upon without stuff
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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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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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Milking me with all their strength
At least those in the position do
Milking me dry all their many days
Can't guess the barrels' whereabouts
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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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