To Drakana
Art is the lie that enables us to realise the truth
I think women need pen not a long manhood
That wipe them fiercely without mercy, yes!
Tell mother nature of my pains behind the bar
I suffers pains because I fought to protect
Faminine against torture and agony on them.
I may die here or I may succeed but in all I tried,
A poor man is not a man without a kobo but a man without a dream, my dreams they have drown here.
But I shall return soon if I survive it here to reclaim my postion both in your heart and in the family.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
All Right Reserved 2016
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