1. From me My face crosses Over the lamp, calling Like old - TopicsExpress



          

1. From me My face crosses Over the lamp, calling Like old school Bell pendulum. I looked Like a staring night, falling Like awful savannah hamattan Whispering voices, and Pouring anger on the knoll I left sovereignty a countrys gift beheaded For another independence But a market day Was twice remembered Than the many funerals Of a laughing country Gave her daughters away To her darling murderer Silence in fears Oh, a countrys noisy deaths I must dust my feet Many times, not now I am not knocking at any grave By Deji Oladoye
Posted on: Tue, 22 Jul 2014 06:38:55 +0000

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