The Author: Chidinma Ahika (2017)
The breath of me breaks the secret of my brackish being;
Ghetto spoils deny my form of sumptuous fledge,
Whilst my soul melts in platter of sorrows:
Why does the world maroon my tattered whole?
Pray dawn, come spur my dark clime.
Bitterness of this sphere holds strongly,
Against my sheen, deep in putrid,
That dogs in Lekki areas boast of diets
More ideal than my kingly meals.
Every man to his pocket;
Every eye to his plough;
None so benevolent to part his sum;
None so artful to tend my plight;
My beggarly self to providence love alone.
© Chidinma Ahika.
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