Snatched cluster of noise
on the croaky stairs of anger
betrays the pent-up steam
of scattered months and years
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I shall sing a song
here at the crossroads
where flower breeds
and decision fights.
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“Unlike sea of people, I like to rock the boat”
Emevwo Biakolo
Tell them:
The cat came in
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Where are they
who through terrible eye-fingers
crossed the heated paths
for the sake of justice?
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