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I'd be the cork
on the scum-rivers
of mass destitution
I'd be the stubborn grass
blunt cutlass jabs
of oppression bouncing off my stalks
I'd be the under-the-breath-hum
of resistance-songs of hope
of a future, bright
I'd be the dream.
II
I am the Ribadu
of falsehood. I am the
El-Rufai of corruption's
columns. I am the Dora
of fake values & allegiances
I am the dream.
III
I must be the axe
sharp against the fattened
girth of indiscretion
I must be the gammalin-20
to bloat these shark-infested
waters. Float them.
I must be, deep, the torch
flaming away the shackles
granting liberty. Deep.
I must be the dream.
IV
I have to be.
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dare oshinuga
My poetry is molded & forged by & on the bellows, anvils of such as Lemn Sissay, Lenrie Peters, Wole Soyinka, Tunde Olusunle, Karen King-Aribisala, Jack Mapanje, Agostinho Neto, Nikki Giovanni, Gwendolyn Brooks, Eugene B. Redmond and some more obscure poets. I mostly work in free verse but sometimes restrict myself to forms for a change of pace.
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