Poems from Ugboduma Marcus
I know of a country,
Rich in talents,
Gold and pearl,
kobo and cowries,
Beads and parchments,
and costly apparels.
When man eats
And man...
I must recount a current fad,
In that night fastened in sleep.
Where I drew a red rosed card,
Spangled in memories of love so deep.
Mother...
Teach your son,
That a man is one who protects and Shield,
And not one,
Who exploits others weaker than himself.
Teach your sons,
That an...
Come home African Woman,
Away from that world of stress,
Away from hustling rigors
To our world called dance.
Plait your shinny strong...
Come home thou youth,
Away from that gory hill,
Of youthful restiveness.
Neglect the play,
To accomplish the work.
For there is reward ,
In...