Moments of integrity
border on sexuality
to be or is it not to be?
Who in here knows what rightly he be?
Mediocre are my days of old
i can not claim to be so bold
as to know what is foretold
left for my eyes to behold
“ism to ism for ism…”
said Wole his words a square prism
voice of black nepotism
etched all in concave-ism
Read “Kongi’s Harvest”, then tell me
If my political poetry flows not free
“I say solemnly unto thee…”
forever words, eternal be.
(c) Amelia Akpotu, 2004
amelia_akpos2@yahoo.com
