OGECHI VERONICA Poems

In my mother's hut
I lay,
Peacefully,
In harmony, we lived
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On this sloppy ground
We sat, starring and counting the stars
Singing teary melodies to the dark night
As we converse with members of the elusive world
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In my mother's hut
I lay,
Peacefully,
In harmony, we lived
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Tell Chinua, the prophet
Our envisaged posterity lies in crumble rumble
Tell Okigbo, the great poet
Our land lies in ruined ruins
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Why must we?
Be the worst peddlers of misfortune
Why must our lamp go dim?
And our days filled with dishes of sorrows
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The ravaging storms
Clasps of thunder
Awakes the sleeping future
How can this be?
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