'In The Agora

In the agora of you and I
I can hear you like snake stuttering promises
Hearing you vociferating in this shy
These promises in our flowered premises
For you death, it could have come to fulfilment
This could not have been obliterated if we are to be immortal
These could have overwhelmed me with aggradizement
But seeing you as the only comforter
Oh it could have lasted for the time night
But this unprecedented intractable monster in the passionless shadow
Must knock at ones door after happy birth
You and I lying closely to the dado
Alas! it could not have been you
This hostile visitor would fly away with after decade.

by Israel Dammy Ipaye

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