Homeland & Other PoemsIfowodo was a frontline student leader in the early eighties and is a lawyer and civil rights activist. In 1996 he was a writer-in-residence at the Heinrich Boell Foundation. He was imprisoned between 1997 and 1998 and was subsequently adopted by PEN. This is his first collection of poetry which won the 1993 Association of Nigerian Authors Poetry Prize. Many of the poems are responses to politics; or spring from the tensions between writing political poetry, or art for art's sake, and other competing subjects of poetry, such as romantic love. The poet, quoting Neruda, first asks the reader expecting a poetic celebration of his natural world to 'come see the blood in the streets'. In the section section he writes tributes to Tracey Chapman, Winnie and Nelson Mandela and Margeret Thatcher ('the butcher'). The subject of the third section is the rediscovery of romantic love, amidst and beyond turmoil and oppression. |
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Page 32
... the world to itself and governments , politicians , soldiers multiply God , guns and greed . where a child and his tree play too peacefully Making you begin at birth battles of sword and sickle 32 Poem to the child of my time.
... the world to itself and governments , politicians , soldiers multiply God , guns and greed . where a child and his tree play too peacefully Making you begin at birth battles of sword and sickle 32 Poem to the child of my time.
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... politicians ? He spoke again yesternight and lengthened a night of serpents , because words are vapour in his mouth he casts veils with promises But where were politicians yesternight ? They say they shat in their briefs stunned to ...
... politicians ? He spoke again yesternight and lengthened a night of serpents , because words are vapour in his mouth he casts veils with promises But where were politicians yesternight ? They say they shat in their briefs stunned to ...
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... politicians ? The hourglass too slow to measure time the world counts in seconds But what heights does my world seek marking time with prison bars ? Eyes that should span the sky to feed its thundering mouth with a cannon cry of renewal ...
... politicians ? The hourglass too slow to measure time the world counts in seconds But what heights does my world seek marking time with prison bars ? Eyes that should span the sky to feed its thundering mouth with a cannon cry of renewal ...
Contents
For arts sake | 11 |
Poem to the child of my time | 32 |
Mandelas mantle | 41 |
Copyright | |
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