The Poetic Word

BY GLORIA O’KOYE Selling foreign lands To ‘preserve’ peace, When the lands were taken By force Thousands of years ignored

BY GLORIA O’KOYE Triggered that we got people locked up With the same actions Other careers profits from Triggered at

BY GLORIA O’KOYE Gradually replacing glass windows  Over mosaic bricks to make it  More, ‘presentable’   Declaring  It’s a stepping-stone

BY GLORIA O’KOYE You deserve more love than you receive  From this world  Especially from your own kind   Grandmother of

BY GLORIA O’KOYE Everyday This four-corner room has imaginations running untamed   Every nerve is agitated,  Scratching the scabs  Trying

BY GLORIA O’KOYE Tired of what’s going on within these streets, I don’t always want to have to say Or

BY GLORIA O’KOYE A Leader who is humble Is rare to find. Like a grain of salt Or a specific