Solomon Ochwo-Oburu Poet Free verse

Oh Failure

Oh, failure, I see you crowded
camping in my sitting room
when I go to bed you are there
in my orchards you’re the fruits

Spouse conceives and produces you
my children ride on your back
in school they write on your face
when they talk you grab their tongue

Stealthy you jot  ideas in my letters
and deliver them to my snaky bosses
my eyes see you in every book I read
no freedom of conscience for me

Failure, did your mother send you,
to come and make me shade tears?
don’t you think now you have a lot?
Go back to your people, spare me!

I am not your clansman, whatever
my roots do not lie in your courtyard
not one grave of my ancestors is there
go, carry your banner high elsewhere

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Anne-Marie Coreggia May 3, 2017 at 2:24 PM Wow! Solomon you certainly know how to shoe that pesky failure away. I, for my part decided to embrace it as I am proudly getting an F in a piano class I now refuse to attend (the teacher threw the 'advanced lot' in the back and essentially refused to teach us anything, so I stopped attending):) Amitiés