It Is True - Poem by Tony Adah
The shrill sound of crickets
Chirped at twilight and they say
In my own village that it is an omen
So a bad one to hear them cry at night
For the death of someone here
Who is yet to die.
In my hometown they say it is a bad omen
And coincidences are many
So it is true.
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