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DOUGH – Chris n John ( Poem of the month )
Gbanaa gbanaa gbanaa okuko, gbanaa.
Gbanaa na egbe ga-eburu gi o
O buru na I puta n'okporo uzo.
O ga-eburu gi wee la na akwa ya.
Mmmmmm mmmmm hmmmm
Egbe e burugo
Egbe buru okukom o...
O buru na I puta n'okporo uzo, o ga-eburu gi wee la n'akwa ya.
You have sold your worth
allowed your essence to rot
You flood the land with blood
Your heart like stone only melts on liquid dough.
Like the vulture you scavenge
the carcass of blood dough
drugs dough
frauds dough
any dough
as far as it is dough.
You haul in the catch and cause the flow to cease!
They say wealth has no master
like a bird it spreads wings and flies
Do you truly believe that?
You live in moments
allow this liquid bleed in your breath
turn your home to its altar
pollute our streets with its blood.
It is an animal farm!
No lion is the king.
Thus, you are deaf to the call...
Gbanaa gbanaa gbanaa okuko,
gbanaa
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