Must our tottering heels stamp
On clumps of naked thorns
And our tummies
Spiked to souless sacks
I fear this armpit of life
Death!
Must our scaint cultured skin
Be fed to safari of wild ants
When we lay dud blabing
Threnody sensed alone by coated ears
I fear...
My ageless life had seen
Many peers gone alein home
They crafted unaware
I fear the day
When my street would limp in padlock
For my lost-to-dust sake
And my agbada would lay ironed
Forever
Without my touch
I fear...
Abubakar Abdulkadir
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