Canny Amah Poet I do not know?

Friendly Duels – V

Is friendship like a funeral 
Where cold frenzies are played out 
Among friends of the darling years? 
Neighbours protect themselves 
In solid caves of ancient discord
Where offsprings are bred & armed 
With deadly weapons of hatred! 
Men linger here sad & tired 
As in a land of the living-dead – 
The drummers are like the dancers:
A shadow of their ancestors!
War-eyed fake & drudged intellectuals 
Litter our paths of native mind 
Bearing giant luggage of rumours 
More fearful than real battles 
Of castled Chauceric knights!
O in those far-away tenements 
And squalors which house students 
Many an empty ruse germinate 
In a soil rich in abuses!
Two inmates fled from the night 
To those hut-like structures 
Where secret readings are enacted –
Then two lads for long cursed! 
Men & women & kids linger here 
In a small society born for love 
Sensibility & contemplation & inquiry 
Forsaken in cold rumours of wars 
While sanity & love dwell in the grave!
Does hatred breed love & health & life?
The Oxford days are gone?

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