The Shepard's Of Arcadia 18 Poem by Felix Emeka George

Because I am a woman

The offering in condolences offered
Of All for the bereaved
To defraying of expenses in death
Isn't love! Nor of help?

Because I am an unripe child
Because I am a woman
I am not given of what was received
As money and livestock of the funeral
From hands of my parents relatives.

I do not know what I have done

What is life itself to me!
When the torrent wind turns
And the living leaves his farmland,
the Branches of tree fell on owner painfully
to have kiss the earth
On the kiss of the trunk of farm owner
Tell me my people
What's the fate of the farmland owner?

The world is nothing to me anymore.

My people,
you read my story
Is it with pleasure?
If I asked,
I will tell you next;
Why I am unhappy
When you go to the next lines.