Mike Ekunno Poems

The dozers rumble
And the hood turns to rubble
Man and mammon in disarray
No finger lifted in affray
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Clik-clok, Clik-clok
And here comes female god
Making a high-heeled entry
To the tiled floor of victims’ souls.
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Transported to her bosom
I marvel at splendor so awesome.
The lilting, languid serenade
Of a parade
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Is in decking out
And having poverty
Not recognise me.
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Like a pregnancy
Visiting labour room
And returning un-discharged,
Dusk arrives
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You lost me
Like fermented palm wine
What sweetness there was
Now all tartness.
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Lord!
What terrors You thrust me through
The treacherous terrains
Craggy heights
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