Across Fallen Walls (3) Poem by Orike Didi

Across Fallen Walls (3)



We are all bugs
Running around the globe
With words as weapons.

Metaphors are horrors
Similes are the killings-
And I carry imagery
Dangling from my neck as amulets.

Those who survive the war
Will be politicians who lied.

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Orike Didi

Orike Didi

Ogbogu, Rivers State, Nigeria
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