We Are Not Lazy Poem by Bonaventure Onuabuchi
We Are Not Lazy
The old tortoise farts again before his hailing hailers,
And its poignant smell nourishes our disgust
Should such silly sound ever from a father's cries?
So we are fatherless those in the Eastern hut.
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Like airs from broken ballons we stray,
From emptiness we do our cradle installing
Working our nests and crest from pure clay
We do not wait for the rotten mannas' coming.
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