Yakubu Mohammed

And my mother stood akimbo
Gazing at the blue river Ole'
With a balanced log of wood
On her locally plaited head
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Irony?
Sarcasm!
What thy ugly face spread
To bestride optimistic culture
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The gigantic exploration of my ripped soil
Shone like evening sunshine – the natural dusk
With faces blossoming high onto the sky
Leaving Homos in utter atmospheric hope.
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My eyes yearn for an infatuated cameleon of discord
A hare of disfavour and
A surviving tortoise devoid of its carapace
As my friend who exposes me like
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Rain, O Rain;
When will you call,
When will you bring forth your comfort,
Your rhythmic music that soothes
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Methink the firewood of this World...ay.
Alas! How long do we await Lefty? Or
Is Godot the soothing marrow?
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Amidst sweat we toil;
But we cannot reach our cakes,
We cannot reach our rulers
They are catapulted away
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Methink, ay methink sincere
Hearts form gardens,
Geniune thoughts the roots,
Honest words the blossoms
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The fire burns; persistently,
Moons after moons
Faraway into the jungle smiles the Treasure.
Mirage? Ha, ha, ha, I laugh.
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