And Now Mend
(letters to my presido-elect): i
good must be lucky
else
luck must be goody
that niger now lurks in seas of goody-goody
1960 as father sang
was her year unlucky
who dwelt
on many a natural grant
with sons great
that beheaded must
lie in tombs
the untimely tombs
of countless days
and now mend
your brutalised
your kwashiokored
your maimed
your exiled
for
good must be lucky
else
luck must be goody
that niger now lurks in seas of goody-goody
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Copyright © Canny Amah | Year Posted 2011
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