Divine Idiong Poems

Swimming in the muddy struggle
Of academics;
The fire in our eyes
Consuming the
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The river runs from our hearts
Through the busy streets.
We see not its clear impurity.
It is carrying venoms
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Born into a life
Strongly built with the bricks
Of customs and religion.
Barricaded inside those walls
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The sun holding stubbornly
To the even sky
Like an unwanted regime
That wants to preside for life.
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From the restive
And river terrains
Of Okorenkoko
And Oghulagha
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Something lies somewhere:
Thick and dark,
Which aroma reaches all corners
Of the streets.
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Follow me inside Safarawu.
Even though I know little of the north.
Let us shut out the many eyes scrutiny.
Let us shut them out again tonight.
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The lion does not ask to be king.
Everyone knows he is.
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They blow their own trumpets
Through the tubes
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We thought we would enjoy ourselves
Round the clock from twelve to twelve
In may, a few days to June.
We were drawn out by the tune.
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