Nigeria: Thrusting Mother (Part 2)
Wonderful and powerful poetry by a talented writer.
Another time and, another moment
Queues go long, for pressing thumbs and cards
Propagandas turn jumbo jets in clouds,
Whence it seems convincing, all pigs have horns.
The Devil and Demons change into saints
Even speechless begin to shout and sing
“When she grows bumps I will be there for her
And tomorrow; no matter the weather.
Like milk, I’ll do nothing to spoil them
Like eggs, I’ll hold them with extreme care
Our mother’s sky, would have pies”; they snore
Sadly, am allergic to snoring pigs.
Thank you
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You are welcome Vin-X. A wonderful series of poetry.
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Aim is to hit 2000 poems before December ends this year…
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That is quite a lot. I have maybe 2000 poems and story in 40 years. Good luck.
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