Okonkwo Osamedua. Allen

When through earth's dusty path i roam
Nightfall let me return home!
For within its four wall shall i find
Warmth and comfort of every kind!
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Not as the rustle of the dry summer leaves
Will beauty hung upon thee grieve.
Not as the fadding flames of a candlelight
Your splendour will remain ever bright
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Sweet memories of my past
Like sweet gentle breeze upon the mast
Sweet ceaseless flow of the running stream
Sweet castles in my boyhood dream
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Part i:

Three men set out for their worldly quest
One for gold, another for a pleasure nest
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He sends me a letter from the city
With a postcard of glittering towers ag'st the sun
He paints a picture of wonders and beauty
Of civilization in her splendour burn
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If like an apple, ours is meant to be
That a little bite more, a little us less
Then let us as gentle as we can be
Take each bite even as we regress
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Are your herds all dead
That you walk the street alone?
And do you have your own bed
When the toiling day is done?
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City shame in murky water
The swimming pigs ready for slaughter
Foul is the air that kissed my nose
When i compare with the smell of rose
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'Wake up son, the city is about to go up in flames!
Sins are many, they heap upon me all blames!
Take thy household, nothing else and flee.
To the hills, look not behind thee
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She gave me the key to her heart!
And led me to her most treasured part.
She held my pulses and said 'be still'
Her charm healed my common ill
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O! For that leaf in the mighty boundless sea!
In a world larger than its soul will ever be
On that deep, wild, and silence sea
The soul so lonely drift aimlessly free!
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Everyday i see city dust rise up high
Mixed with smoke of different hues
I see torrent rain fall from the sky
Mingling with our tears, we have no clues
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Beauty is not a name, for often
Heros and villians are samely known
Beauty is not in purple linen woven
Nor engraved in a golden crown
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Some say he was hit by a moving train
On the track were his blood and brain
Some say they saw him yesterday
Or maybe an apparition looking so pale and grey
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The god laments:

Ewuru! Ewuru! You have uncovered my nakedness!
You have thrown sand upon my banquet
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'The chain starts with me'

I have a dream, a vision
Of a better and happier nation
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Does it hurt so bad
So much to make you mad?
Does it rip your heart apart
So that your strenght depart?
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For Passion, know me anew
like that sprout that taste the dew
And momentarily kiss the sunshine
on her first day to dine
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If from loving lips i profess thus
Real is love that doth possess us
Yet what is real in love i cannot tell
Or what love's hue means ill or well
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Where have all those laughters gone?
Where is the splendour of the morn sun?
Where are those dreams we share?
Those blissful smiles are no longer here
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