Emenaha Godwin Holiday Poet Ode

For Mum

Abhorred by the black race
but sold out to grace
spine and thorns over the crown
face with smiles like clown

never perceived the astuteness 
of understanding
for the eyes sees all the things 
without standing
feeling apathy  for them who 
are sorry
behind the xmas tree, hanged 
with cheery

for the wishes, the angels and 
saints
at war with the prince of Persia 
and demons, grew faint
over the xmas gift I wished for 
which never came
to see her gorgeous face- mom, 
non to blame.

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