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Samuel Ogunkoya Poem
You are not a stranger to me.
I know of how you
made your life a bed of
bends and turns to heroism
The inks of your writings
are of the life of your flesh,
birthing immortal words.
I know how your name
runs down the throat of school children
and calenders bore your honour
While you left, and fed your mother with hunger
and daughter that you held dear to heart.
I know you brother,
and him, whose footsteps you followed,
Your father.
Copyright © Samuel Ogunkoya | Year Posted 2016
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Samuel Ogunkoya Poem
Come, let’s write our chronicles
on the leaves of our minds
you in black, I in white ink.
Tales of how our hearts got
B R O K E N.
Come, let me hear the lyrics
of the dirge you warbled for love
-while the dwindling flare of hope died and
your life began through the ashes of sham-
Come, let me tell you of my yarn
how I swayed to the rhythm of deceit
and walked the aisle of betrayal like
a new bridal fool relishing the warmth of a lie.
DABAR
Copyright © Samuel Ogunkoya | Year Posted 2016
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