the hand of the poet
like the breasts of a virgin
they are sensitive to touch
as the poet's hand with
a pen in it on the caricateur
of the key board which has
helped to pass the world across
the turmoil of the maliceous hearts
to peace and love two battle grounds
in which political romance blooms
like a bush fire in the Achebean harmattan
wind blowing down and away all the chaffs of human ribaldry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem