I never saw a rose bloom
Never had a garden of lilies

But all we had is a garden of landmines.

When was the last time
I saw a blue sky?

There is always a rising smoke
With a smell of burnt flesh that
assail my nostrils

A waste land of ruptured limbs,
Parched eyes too dry to cry

“Be careful where you do a moon walk bro,
the grave is half full”
The little boy told me.

(C) Precious Oboh

Precious Oboh is a passionate Nigerian creative writer. He has worked to poise himself to win the hearts of many with his poetry and in doing so has been deemed a dynamic poet to be recognized. His Free Verse, Japanese Short-Form Poetry (haiku), Senryu and Tanka is a revelation of his infinite thoughts.

His works have been published in various reputable  international journals such as:
Undertow Tanka Review, Frameless Sky, IndieAffair, The Heron Nests, Failed Haiku and The Mamba: An African Haiku Journal and Wild Plum Haiku.
He’s currently a member of United Haiku Tanka Society, U.S.A.

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