Tony Adah Poems

The year's menopause is at hand
A whiff of Christmas lingers
In the air
The malls wear their garments of
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Dear Chibok girls
I now believe your story
With a pinch of salt
And I am cleaning the tears
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The bank is the least
Of places I would like to work
The slugs wore forlorn faces
Which were stuck to counting machines
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There was a thin frail man
Always on the road to the tavern
His beard was a corn tassel
And he looked a scarecrow
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The kite came again
And perched on the bough
Of the pear tree
It was here on a siege
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Life has threatened me
And I have refused to budge
It dribbles me and I follow its labyrinth
Except getting vexed and crossing
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Man's destiny
Is in his own hands
He daresany places
Looking for what to conquer
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I am constrained
By the colour of the world
Only the damp and dull ones
Of beggars with bowls
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The kel-kel jumped
From one tree bough to the other
His prehensile tail wound
Round the tree branch
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The blue sea rustles quietly
With sharks and herrings
Frolicking in its tummy
And green leaves live
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