by Ikhide Ikheloa Brother - teeth flashing in the cant of compliments Brother - gold-rimmed glasses Across eyes that go blue at a word from the Master Poor brother in your silk-lined tuxedo Chatter and whisper and swagger through condescending drawing roomes We pity you The sun of your land is no more than a shadow Across the calm [...]
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