Oh Mother!
You birth these gluttonous grafters
Who through their avarice
Suck dry your milk
In no time
You’ll retire
With your flappy breast
When you are tired
Having nothing to feed
The neonates with
Who will nourish you
That your breast may be full
And round as it were
Lest the neonates are famished
Tairu Abiodun
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About Ijagun Poetry Journal
Ijagun Poetry Journal is a quarterly journal that provides a platform from which we can tell our own stories in the authenticity of their multiplicity through the poetic medium. We don’t want to hear these stories from our master “griots” alone; we want to hear from those mastering their art, too. Hence, we aim at publishing new and emerging poets. We also welcome the works of established poets in order to encourage the poetic genius of those mastering poetic art. We prize original works that conform to, break or reinvent conventions. Again, we accept reviews and critical essays on poetry. We also accept powerful art works and photographs that make us appreciate the "poetry" in everything.
