Oluwaseun Ogunbiyi - My still friend

Several times I've come to see
The white man clad with stone
And there I sit beside his knee
Till night leaves us alone

Thus I touch his numbful cheek
And whisper words to thicken ears
But still I do not hear him speak
Then this increased my fears

What seems wrong with my very still friend
As tears bequeath my eye
But then he cracked till the very end
Without even saying goodbye

Oluwaseun Ogunbiyi

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