Our Spring Poem by Tony Adah

I will howl
At those who steal from our Commonwealth
I will growl and call them names
Kleptomaniacs
I know from which string they steal;
That where our ancestors lie
And we call it the Niger Delta.

We are shackled here
Because the spring spews the sheen of liquid gold
When the spring dries up
The locks of our shackles will loose

The toady hide their tongues
Here we flip ours openly and freely out
Our conscience at peace
Already there's a gangway
Out or into the bullpen
For twice impossible a man dies.