Pablo Tosco photo
By
Adamu Usman Garko
Out Of This Motherland
This chased motherland
Battered by the glutton’s hue
In groans cries are sent
And in starve death is a gate
This gloom fatherland
Where land can’t be farmed
For dare crises arise in debris
And starve our comely soil
This deadly since tremble forest
Hunters had already choke its image
Where dead animals rule
And where death is not a warning
There Is A Room Inside You
Before your body is a cave
Enclosed glasses and rubbers
In your eyes
& in your hue
There’s naught hell
No even holes
That’ll cause errs,
People know you with a name
Then,
when you’re free to swing
Before the cows,
Going up and down like a stone
Before you’re curved into
Missions
& known to be the grumbling
Thunders,
Why did you let dismay
In vain shawl your
Moisture?
There’s a room
Inside rooms
One may decide to be lamb
& others may metamorphose to a
Red black sting colour like Speer
Which one did you take:
Life with good images
Or filthy images?
Adamu Usman Garko
Adamu Usman Garko is the author of the eBook Lonely Season, a student, he writes and lives in Gombe, Gombe state. Nigeria. Poet and Story writer: His poems have appeared in different magazines and journals, and some will be featured in an anthology out soon. Some of my poems have appeared in Tuck Magazine, The Art and Musefair, Praxis.