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Wednesday, 13 September 2017

THE FATE OF SUCO AND FRIENDS



 (Epic poetry)






 Wading upon banks of Ogun river

Waking hails of the stormy to aver
Before the gazes of the sun and the moon
By days and nights that tales be not jejune
                Can cisterns gush the deeds warriors enwrapped
In days when swords must clang and bloods enrapt
Upon the farms of slaved subjects devoured
As yawny optics of the gods savoured
                Flames clouding brightened eyes in masters’ rage
And servant wails with hearts bruised near the cage
In gratitude,  Suco smeared Anas pride
And friends bewailed that horse Suco may ride
                Alas, no master last around her grave
                And now shall we bethink her name to save

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