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I Go To New York City


I go to New York City The suburbs I see children my age; In shiny black shoes Well ironed school clothes Protruded stomachs Wearing both ties and smiles Carrying lunch boxes As huge as an elephant's tusk From Thailand. Vroom zoooom Pim pim Vroom zoom Traffic lights blaring; Reds, oranges, Greens. Yellow taxes in long queues 'Good Morning America' just like the movies, Eddie Murphy. In the city I see parents; Men and women wearing Happiness and fulfillment On their long faces; For parenting is dying to self To live for others. Back home I had had to be a man Even before i could talk Cause in my part of the world Nothing ever seem to work My father, a war veteran who still Cry for spilling innocent blood In a war between two mad men. Announced, The news of the death of his comrade, Odonniski, the optimistic one Who died at the pension office Waiting to collect, in a resigned tone He too is tired. Weary from having done too much With too little outcomes. *after a moment of silence* He languidly whispers from the receivers end Of the telephone' The festivals will not hold this year, Son Our people barely have enough To eat now a days Times are hard. In my part of the world Nothing ever seem to change. Times had always been hard since the beginning; I mean since like Adam and Eve. The babas and mamas live in penury Their children will inherit their fates Soon or later Recycled. But maybe live more miserably And in debt They are educated and too civilized now. Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare

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