For The Bushfaller Poem by Nkwain Stephen
For The Bushfaller
Brother Zimba,
It gladens my heart
To watch you
Float on Atlantic waters.
Brother, bring home
The bones of Koffi,
Forget not the skull
Of Emeka the carver.
Brother, into a glitter world
You shall find yourself,
A tarred world
A world tarred
With bones and skulls
A world tarred with spoils
A world tarred with sweat
And toils of our fathers.
Zimba, it gladens
my heart..
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