No Friend, No Foe.
The state of the heart-beat of Africa, NIGERIA.
A poet could not but be moody
Raped in jocund of journalist.
Pace set for others only to comb
Thus, the ants belittle the giants
A matter of reality enveloped in fallacy
The front is bad, the back is worse.
Who is what when where is which?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting write! Nicely done.