Kevin Chison Osuji Poems

Slow and slow I pace young and casual
The sun glaring her glittery face
Glowering Through her skin-peeling visual
Atop my fading sepia carapace
...

Our green days I would cherish
which weaved on green gardens
Where the green plantations would flourish
And the candle of hope lightens
...

The sun's scorching claws descend
Scratching round my barren scalp
Where the tree of laughter once scend
Stretching like the water-loving salp
...