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A Brown Little Bird

A brown little bird
Alighted down the balcony
Where we sat;
It made its come down like an aircraft
And we really guessed that the Wright brothers
Had this in mind.
The little brown bird
Looked right and it looked left
In the direction the lizards laid their own siege
And the roaches that frolic here
Never escape our guests
My wife's sesame seeds
Drying in the afternoon sun
For our evening soup
Struggled in the throat of our guests
This is what happens to our commonwealth
When our privileged brothers
Alight with a tall throat
That suck every drop of our tears.

by Tony Adah

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