Okonkwo Osamedua. Allen Poems

When through earth's dusty path i roam
Nightfall let me return home!
For within its four wall shall i find
Warmth and comfort of every kind!
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Not as the rustle of the dry summer leaves
Will beauty hung upon thee grieve.
Not as the fadding flames of a candlelight
Your splendour will remain ever bright
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Sweet memories of my past
Like sweet gentle breeze upon the mast
Sweet ceaseless flow of the running stream
Sweet castles in my boyhood dream
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Part i:

Three men set out for their worldly quest
One for gold, another for a pleasure nest
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He sends me a letter from the city
With a postcard of glittering towers ag'st the sun
He paints a picture of wonders and beauty
Of civilization in her splendour burn
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If like an apple, ours is meant to be
That a little bite more, a little us less
Then let us as gentle as we can be
Take each bite even as we regress
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Are your herds all dead
That you walk the street alone?
And do you have your own bed
When the toiling day is done?
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City shame in murky water
The swimming pigs ready for slaughter
Foul is the air that kissed my nose
When i compare with the smell of rose
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'Wake up son, the city is about to go up in flames!
Sins are many, they heap upon me all blames!
Take thy household, nothing else and flee.
To the hills, look not behind thee
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She gave me the key to her heart!
And led me to her most treasured part.
She held my pulses and said 'be still'
Her charm healed my common ill
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