TWO POEMS: By Iwuagwu Ikechukwu

Yearnings The gavel having the final neutral sayCupid’s scent hung in the atmosphere like felons in the gallowsActive biceps wielding seals and sceptresBurj khalifas scraping our fluffy skiesCorridors to success adorned with petals of meritGenerations unborn witnessing the muteness of paedophilesDistinct races becoming a juxtaposition of God’s creative prowessHonesty pitching Continue Reading

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