Nwanna Onyeka Benedict Poems

My son
Hear the cries of wisdom
For she mourns for us
We have left her
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We were slaves
To those who named us
We worship them
For they were our lords
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How great was that day
The day of my sister's wedding
We were all happy for her
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The game of life begins in her
Where a million campaigned to conquer her
One survives the struggle
As the rest die in pain
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