The Poet's License Poem by Tony Adah

We hid under
A pile of books
Sipped garri with peanuts
And salt to hold our entrails
We read the books
Wrote about the ills
Of our country
All went like
Throwing water
On a duck's back.

One day the carmel
Will have its last straw
On its back
Then the dark clouds will clear
The sun and the moon
Will come to impact
Smiles on the sky
Real freedom would have come
It will be time for democracy
To truely have a breath of fresh air
And Children, men and women
Christians and moslems
Alike will claim their country
And the crimson hue of blood
Flowing in the land
Will be consigned to history

The poet's licence will
Have a boost
And his sphere of influence
Expanded and recognised
In the land.