The End Of It. Poem by Tony Adah
The End Of It.
I will climb up there
On the tree at the centre
And guard against pilferers
I will pluck the fruits
Rain them down upon the the famished children.
I will teach them
How to tend the trees
Climb them themselves
And protect them against thieves.
The pundits of greed will
Buried under the trees
And their propelled appetite brough to earth
Thievery will vanish
Evven as the tide is low
At the niger delta.
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