Feyisayo Anjorin

Rookie - 0 Points (April 29,1983 / Akure, Nigeria)

Shackles - Poem by Feyisayo Anjorin

Our land turns harder under our soles,
dust and smoke replaced the colourful,
the ageing scepter of the dark soul
would end in history as the comical.

our hand shrinks as they push,
whips stung the bold like scorpions,
the scrolls says the sons of Cush
will be carved anew as lovely sculptures.

our head fills with songs of the future,
the dances draws curious glances.
A child starts with weak features,
and charts his course at time passes.

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  • (4/29/2012 12:36:00 PM)

    Hard in the beginning culminated in optimism in paradox...well crafted tenner ~ niv

    PS Please comment on my poem 'I Want To Be Raped' [14 words poetry]..PH banned it ultimately gave in.
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 29, 2012

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