Our Neighbours Poem by Tony Adah

Our Neighbours



When the sun has gone
Their women will now bring
Sliced okro to dry;
Where is the sun?
They will tremble and ask
But they will rejoice at the freedom
To come out at all.
For me I will love to go prison
If I was there
In the briefness of my beard
And this I confess.

Friday, February 19, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: fate
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