Vincent Anokwuru Poet Narrative

Festac 77 With My 66

I stung my glory to Dakar 
Where I portray my lovely '66'
Without no more melancholy 
I played to save me precious '66' in Dakar 

Referred to as a ***** I stood my ground 
Blossoming into the heights and 
Portraying the ability of unseen peculiarity
I slander no more to the very angels of mortality 

Now right at the heart of success I stung again 
But this time I stung harder than ever 
Paving way for the angels to freeze their visual mortality on my peculiarity
In their devil's box with two horns 

I called unto my fellow
To surpass  their thoughts 
And stand on hills to crave for a trust 
In their ***** by building virtues not of bust 

In a place called the 'big black'

Let's come together and quench their mortal angel 
For we are not mortal like angels 
But we have a dignity to stand for 
After and while we portray our '77'

The devil's eye box will always play our
Melodious themes for the angels to sing in their solemnity 

I will always long to praise my '77'
Though the past has gone to the dust 
And the youths know it no more 

"I will live to stand my '77' for a greater forever"

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