I wrote this poem after visiting the children in my village in West Africa
Says each morning and noon
And we sit to listen to the sounds
When we return home from school
Hunger drives into our house
Each day and make us Brother-less
Make our Mothers, Children-less
And they continue to give birth
A man who has four wives and twenty children
Has only a carpentry workshop and a bicycle
And he is our father, whose beard makes me angry
Because I am ashamed of him
When we see cars driving towards our village
We are likely going to see them with our eyes
Feed our Hungry Eyes with them
So that our bellies will be at rest
Papa struggles and struggles
But nothing happens, because he doesn't worth it
And all the time, I blame him for getting many wives
With so many children that may not belong to him alone
Poetry by Onyeka Nwelue
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Written on 2006-04-17 at 14:49
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Kokoroko
That is what the cockerelSays each morning and noon
And we sit to listen to the sounds
When we return home from school
Hunger drives into our house
Each day and make us Brother-less
Make our Mothers, Children-less
And they continue to give birth
A man who has four wives and twenty children
Has only a carpentry workshop and a bicycle
And he is our father, whose beard makes me angry
Because I am ashamed of him
When we see cars driving towards our village
We are likely going to see them with our eyes
Feed our Hungry Eyes with them
So that our bellies will be at rest
Papa struggles and struggles
But nothing happens, because he doesn't worth it
And all the time, I blame him for getting many wives
With so many children that may not belong to him alone
Poetry by Onyeka Nwelue
Read 567 times
Written on 2006-04-17 at 14:49
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