Must our tottering heels stamp <br />On clumps of naked thorns <br />And our tummies <br />Spiked to souless sacks <br /> <br />I fear this armpit of life <br />Death! <br /> <br />Must our scaint cultured skin <br />Be fed to safari of wild ants <br />When we lay dud blabing <br />Threnody sensed alone by coated ears <br /> <br />I fear... <br />My ageless life had seen <br />Many peers gone alein home <br />They crafted unaware <br /> <br />I fear the day <br />When my street would limp in padlock <br />For my lost-to-dust sake <br />And my agbada would lay ironed <br />Forever <br />Without my touch <br /> <br />I fear...<br /><br />Abubakar Abdulkadir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-fear-19/
