I wrote this poem after visiting the children in my village in West Africa


Kokoroko

That is what the cockerel
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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You write in a very strong, direct and expressive way!
2006-04-17