Our Delta Poem by obinna chilekezi

Our Delta



Weaning under the scorching sun
Oily, dim, through the misty panes
And thick dark light
Drowning her, slowly killings in the milieu -
Can we be contended with such saddening spillages?
Of oil and blood and youth restiveness
Making our nation to trek from problem to problem

Monday, February 6, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: political humor
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