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Gilbert Alasa

Faint Echoes

Two centuries fared fairly well
Not fairly, rung a natal bell
Bosom folks on the streets
Spark the trees, a kiss

Without scary screams
Welcome to a cold world
With bold sluts, out-laws
Plying its blocks all along

Mama scared its liquor could damn my lots
That this wind could push me to the wall
It’s hard to escape fate
Especially when fate’s got some hates
Prayed God to release me
Halt my flow with the tide of misery
And the ropes leave me!
So I don’t nurse many whys

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Cry for Haitians

My heart goes out to the Haitians
Having lost touch with the stillness of your land
Yet have you been made to travel still
Clinging your teeth to the back of trees

Your tears travel long
And sink somewhere beneath the sea shores
We all, together feel these tears
We all, together sing your fears

To that woman, we altogether sing
Lullabies to your puzzled seeds
Because we all see the gleaming morning sun
Setting your sweat, pain and toil to the dumps

A salute to that man with a heart to care
Your garment and bread you freely shared
One day we shall all sit at meat to drink
And sip from heaven’s stream in peace

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Elegy Written In A Desert Creek

Can’t you feel?
How you gnaw my tongue so hard, yet pledge
To heal this wound thereof
You scratched the silver panel off my skin
Yet promise to restore
A supple, flaming fur
Still, you scorn this waning, failing coat
And left folks to spatter foul on my feeble shoulder

Can’t you see?
How you threw me into an isle of fools
Who climb lofty mountains in dark nights
I mean those folks who spew on the rivers
For me to drink, and my brothers also
Only to be plagued with soul-tearing infirmities
And yet find our way into dead sanatoriums
Hijacked by an army decked in fuming facade

Can’t you hear?
That Niger-Delta has developed grave insomnia

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