Onawandah

I'm that name
That knew sores
One whose system
Pipes hunger

Often, I peck
Unfamiliar doors
Sounding the song
Of my popularity

I'm Onawandah
The unalloyed breed
Of a distant race
Whose kind was made
To drink the
Alcoholic content of a metal

I'm Onawandah
A voice crying for redemption
A heart ready
To be flogged by rain
In defence of justice

by Ekwueme Kelechi

Comments (1)

Weldone my dear. It is indeed a nice piece