Tony Adah Poems

The road to the venue
Was rough and tough
With hills and valleys
And dry rills crafted by the trade
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There have been
Fetid rumours that
The world is about to end
Pessimists have this song
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I render this advice
On a plater of wisdom
I pluck it from
The numerous new yam
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I am a suppurative sore
Putrid with a smell
Like a rotten egg
And I am lost
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They call it nation building
An allocthonous brontosaur
Is eating all that nature bestows
And great birdlimes abound in the delta area
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Down the road at a roundabout
Where traffic lights blink red, yellow and green
Is an assortment of humans
Average height, tall and short
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A lonely bird sat on the bough
Of a lonely tree nature bestows
He is lonely of choice not
Others frolick in the wild
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Imagine the burden
Of cuddling a foetus in the womb
For nine full months or so
Never knowing if it's human, a toad or a goat
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She's no longer shy
To prowl the streets
Half naked looking for men
Her eyebrows aglow with pink
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The hare and agama
Were two good friends
But the hare was lazy and slyly
In one season
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