Amarachukwu*

Poem By Olu'kayode Gbadamosi

Death looked you
In the eye
Asking for the
Key to your
Missing dream
And
You said o
No, o no!
You left it
At the very
Spot where they
Have built a
Tobacco factory back
Home in the
Name of foreign
Investments.
And
They ask why you
Traded the promise
For a grain of hype
And
You shivered in
Your cold body
For words no longer
Stumble on the
Borders of your
Teenage tongue:
These diplomats are
Murderers! This
Government is tactless!
Didn’t they know
I
Preach foreign
Investments too?

Comments about Amarachukwu*

nice piece.ur dramatic display of words like drapes is simply beautiful


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