peace uchechukwu nwakanma


By The Riverside

on this island breeds men of high rank
by this riverbank, sit i to observe the ripples ashore
by this riverside, saw i the idol of my inside, above the tide
aloof i stand, my proof at hand, my guilt, my filth
my wreath, my sword i sheat, no feast for mans defeat

the venom of her love poisons my soul
it tills me tender
in the river of her love

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