Learn from ants
Like she climbs in accordance,
Tit for tat
Golden embarrassment
In advance.
Tag: HABIB AKEWUSOLA
Dear Crumb, Poetry by Oyin Oludipe and Habib Akewusola
Dear crumb, dear lone
Seed of the tattered streets,
Your shadows faint with grief
Not the procession of suns
Dear crumb, dear harvester
Of dust, strange human reins
Expunge your path…
Will human sweat suffice?
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