My Brother In The Diaspora (Part 4) Poem by Kingsley Egbukole

My Brother In The Diaspora (Part 4)



Even the tongue that now speak
I detect mama's undertone
And the hide though polished
Maintains the shade and lustre
Of rich humus black soil
Abode of your root

(Thursday 5th June,1997)

Thursday, November 21, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: africa,african poem,brother,brotherhood,nigeria,slave,slave trade,slavery
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