Tony Adah

The Heritage - Poem by Tony Adah

Strangers came to the land
With the potter's wheel
They made whole an earthenware
Indigenes broke it
And managed to fix it
Without the potter's wheel
Balkanization is greater than vulcanization
And the glue just manages the pieces.
Somewhere in the southern fringes
A copious flow of black oil oozes
And this is the only glue
That holds cracked and broken entity together
A great pyramid strides the land
So bad only a small apex
Superintend the heritage over
A large impoverished base of masses
And I am a citizen here.

Topic(s) of this poem: life

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 9, 2015

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