Uche Osahor

Earth without water is life without a father
Thirst strangles the throat
Anxiety weathers the soul
The land is dry
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Tears appeared in mums eyes
The morgue was cold
but i could feel the warmth in mums eyes
Tears came down slowly
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The straws are drawn
The soul might fall
Yet the end is tall
When will destiny call
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Dear Widow
who shall cry for thee
who shall fight for thee
your cry stings the heart like a queen bee
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Dear Ka-boom
You cause your nation much harm
Aristocrats thought you were a mere scam
But the scam is now an angry Ram! !
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I lay in state of sorrow
Away from the future
Close to my past's adventure
How dumb and premature
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At the corner of my room
Like an abandoned broom
Between two walls
I wonder in two worlds
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