African Boys Are Not Mad Poem by Saviour Micheal

AFRICAN BOYS ARE NOT MAD
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there's a different/
between a psyche
& homeless/
we are not mad/
but our pubic hair overgrown like abandoned forest &
we forget the sweetness of yam & red oil/
we are not mad/
but a wandering slaves in our land
&
tenants in our father's house/
our psaltery of culture &
tradition wear broken-ness/
Cos' mother's eyes- a stream of elegy &
our hope for tomorrow was in the burnt house/
our last visit blurred our dreams
We are not mad/
but a dirge on wet sky•
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SAVIOUR MICHEAL
©2018•