To all the brave people in Africa
Their faces speak volumes
More acrid than python's spit
At risk of valued life
They speak against cesspits
called democray.
Every now and then
they gather to foist
litanies of sorrows against
masses, masses that staked
intergrity to bring them in.
To you that stand still
with a tight fist
at gate of humanity
I salute you.
Emeka Chike Nwogu
Poetry by Emeka Chike Nwogu
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Written on 2006-04-30 at 18:54
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A Salute
Their faces speak volumes
More acrid than python's spit
At risk of valued life
They speak against cesspits
called democray.
Every now and then
they gather to foist
litanies of sorrows against
masses, masses that staked
intergrity to bring them in.
To you that stand still
with a tight fist
at gate of humanity
I salute you.
Emeka Chike Nwogu
Poetry by Emeka Chike Nwogu
Read 859 times
Written on 2006-04-30 at 18:54
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