A PLACE WHERE GREEN BURNS:
- GREEN BURNS
- Is where poverty pours fire inside their minds
- Break them into black Little leaves.
- Dying in the burning day as flame
- When the big tree yard is small.
- A footprint of smoke
- Descends as burnt offering & they hide in the cloud.
- We dance in a choke of worries
- Till we become grey madness
- A footprint of smoke
- All our mouths could speak
- Is blame- smoke-blame- smoke.
- Till the year run all over.
TWO
- Out of repair.
- The blessing gate is
- Hanging half off hinges.
- The security door creaked
- The dreamed window-paves were out.
- The heroes plasters had fallen
- Love not replaced.
- This is just banana yard
- And the smoke is everywhere
A PLACE WHERE GREEN BURNS
- We don’t want to hear any vision
- Keeping us lifeless.
- We don’t want to see sickness In the yard.
- We don’t want to hear of the broken tribes
- And broken houses
- We don’t want to hear any vision
- Keeping us lifeless.
- We don’t want to see sickness In the yard.
We don’t want to hear of
Young men & young girls
That went away & forgot their green land
And lived burnt dark loose & idle lives.
We want our dreams
Seeing all the leaves coming
- Together to become one tree.
BRIEF BIOGRAPHY: Nwachukwu Michael anene, is a poet who writes in obosi eastern part of Nigeria in Africa. He sees nature, individual, religion, moral and society as a reflection of each other in his poem. He is known with works well written in blogs, magazines, and journals (haiku for Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela, 2014).
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