The best poets
Are not born yet;
Come to Africa,
America, Asia.
There are poets
Of old; renown,
Yet there are
More unknown.
Wordsworth and
Shakespeare differs;
Soyinka and Clark
Are philoshers.
Prose, poetry,
And photography
Are all seperate things
But they paint the world,
And immortalise memory,
Yet leave the observer
Out in oblivion.
But invention
Was no intention,
To kill out oblivion.
They shall forget them
At the end.
Efe Benjamin
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