How We Die In Africa Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B C D E A A F A D B A G H I F D D C D D C J K A D B L M C N O P A A Q A R S T T U A C T A T A T C| Death in Africa carry heavy stories | A |
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| Like the words use to announce death | B |
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| How we die in Africa | C |
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| Sometimes a deadly disease possesses our | D |
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| Village like demon | E |
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| The harvested herbs are cooked libations | A |
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| Thrown to the gods | A |
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| Yet I am buried every day like the past | F |
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| The other time sorrow broke our fence | A |
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| And caught us unware | D |
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| Alika is a taxi driver who was chewed to death | B |
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| By the teeth of potholes | A |
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| From Anambra to Enugu on new year eve | G |
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| It was a tale we do not know how to tell | H |
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| For his unborn children were left for his broke | I |
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| Mother as his wife is a story of the past | F |
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| Sometimes conflict steals our love unware | D |
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| And quarrel become the love that bind us together | D |
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| Papa become a predator preying on mama | C |
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| Sometimes our home become a television where | D |
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| We watch mother being beaten to death by father | D |
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| How we die in Africa | C |
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| Ola was sick the other day | J |
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| Where Would he be treated | K |
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| The health centers are filled with staffs cockroaches and spiders | A |
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| Throwing a party for my corrupt country | D |
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| Private hospitals a vampire eating one before its death | B |
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| Demanding high cash before disease is dealt with | L |
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| Ola died unattended because of no wealth | M |
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| Death deals with us in Africa | C |
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| Frustration is the meal we eat inexhaustible | N |
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| Schools after schools yet when the cap is off | O |
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| Job keeps running into the hands of the rich | P |
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| Hunger highly open handed to us | A |
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| Till we know no road to survival and we choose | A |
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| A wrong road heading to suicide | Q |
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| War is a tale you can not tell without us | A |
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| Have you forgotten when I was broken into | R |
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| Pieces like a bottle shattered on wall | S |
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| Oh south Africans you have killed your spirit | T |
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| Of negritude | T |
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| You have watched me naked in your own home | U |
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| When you have enough clothes in your hands | A |
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| How we die in Africa | C |
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| Is a bitter story too long to end | T |
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| Too sad to be told without tears | A |
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| So each time we begin this story we do not | T |
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| Go far because we re always caught by sobs | A |
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| And so this poem has not end | T |
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| Let me weep for my dear Africa | C |
Philip Chukwujioke
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