USA Africa Dialogue Series - Sobs And Dirges Of The Sorrow Stricken

(Poem By: Chidi Anthony Opara)

 

Sobbing,

Stroking the face

Of the dead savant

Whose advances

She spurned.

 

His serenades

She spurned also,

His outstretched hands

She shunned on cold nights.

 

The sobbing woman

Was a maiden

Whose love juice

Bathed manhood of hooligans.

 

The long line

Of lecherous hooligans

Now sneer,

Leery of her love.

 

Sobs subside,

Dirges.

More sobs,

More dirges.

The dead remained

Deaf to the sobs

And the dirges

Of the sorrow stricken.

 

 

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