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'Deji W. Adesoye
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Miguel A Bernao Burrieza
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Peter Tase
Nahshon Cook
Al Ortolani
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A. J. Huffman
Michael D. Long
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Contradiction
The laptop that was mine
I sold to make up a fine
I’ve in that morning broken traffic law
‘Twas such act that invites police wrath
So smart was I every Monday
Morning to beat the jam for sake
Of early start fond edict of imperial boss
All grovelled to keep up jobs.
Somehow you break some rules
In this part of the world to eke livelihoods
But then a trifling rickety assembly of codes
And reward of penal sins, grand dose
The laptop that was mine
I sold to make up a fine;
In a sour-brown evening of the goodly morning
When the magistrate took a case of money.
The Triumph of Evil
Rolling aimlessly down the
East and western mountains,
Two alluring rivers
In a dark valley kissed
And curdled,
First some restless moan, then
A great calm.
Then a couple of months;
A shoal of tadpoles
And a school of catfish.
Some mambas, then
Some water herbs;
And both bad and good derived
From self-same source.
The fangs of mambas, not
The innocuous diet of stream-liners,
As with the gothic hiss, not
Their melodious refrains,
The preydom situation of
Blue aquatic domains…
The evil swallowed the good
Flourish withal
Even to-day.
‘Deji W. Adesoye, Ibadan, Nigeria.