Greenhouse Africa Poem by Haruna Garba

Greenhouse Africa



I come upon dead depressions
And really there're lots of them
Corpses of ancient rivers they are
Helpless ancient eyes saw them die

I walk easily across shaven fields
And really they were forests alright
Leathertanned from earth's furs
Itching farmers hands scrapped them

I see getlings beating death to it
And really they are sworn enemies
Multiplex shall go the growth
It is the legacy Africa opetates

Is't greenhouse being talked about?
Here is a place for lizards to go fast
With denizens unsatiated themselves
Who would care for a damn reptile?

Greenhouse Africa
Friday, April 5, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: sadness
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Haruna Garba

Haruna Garba

Dagauda, Bauchi State, Nigeria
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