Ibukun Babarinde Poems

On okigbo’s last night
The riffles rattled…

In the troughs of the nation’s left-spheres
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HOPE

The darkly lined skies
Of the earth beneath these fusses
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LAGOS! See what they've made of us

I pass by the bridge at malom
a beggar beckoned at me, for a paltry to part
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I met Martin Luther shortly before last night
along the southern brooks of river Mississippi
I looked at him as I knew it was to be my last of him,
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