Whispering To Myself Poem by Tony Adah
Whispering To Myself
In consonance with the thoughts
Of the bosses of the land
If the day dawns and the sun
Stubbornly refuses to shine
And in our forlorn nights
The moon vexes
And darkness becomes our companion
If our days become sunless
If our nights become moonless
And our country begrudgingly
Name us her citizens,
We will suffer.
But if death mercifully
Gives us a tomorrow
Our neck will wear a necklace
Of gold.
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