Tell me about your sojourn
they told you how rich and happy they were
they were for your ears;
they know you are greedy
your family was in chaos;
you can't live in a kiosk
via Libya; you found yourself in Italy
Tell me about it;
did you not show love to dogs?
Oya come home
come and show off your wealth
throw them in the air;
let your people give you big names;
but tell no one about your shame.
Copyright © Chukwunwike Okeke | Year Posted 2017
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