Tony Adah Poems

Today the tide has changed
Nearly by dustbin a kitchenette of grubs
No roof over the head
A nest any place at dusk.
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I have had an innoculum against criticism
They are all like a fountain
Upon a duck's back
If some plumes get wet
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I am an adult toddler
I repudiate the nomenclature
Of an invalid
My environment is replete with bounties
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Half walls rendered aground
by the honed edges of penury
And the village folk stampede and struggle
in the ruins
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Goldberg, guilder, hero
And star of which the sky is dark
but the ground is fizzy, foamy and full
of drinkers, noise makers and the clanging of
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The journey is over land and over water
From the north to the south
It is tortuous
And we crawled like a tortoise
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The limping cricket starts its burrow
By the roadside
At the last drops of rain
So I'm early to the seashore
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The sea foamed
And the sea fumed
The boat jumped
And the sea and the surf jammed
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This earth my friend
Our purported motionless home
Is the key holder of the world
man's satellite abode
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Democracy is about to crack
The walls of my country
It is not all for the people
Or by the peopleo or of the people
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