Lonesome echoes deserted
Impoverished to inequality
Between the copper shanties
Turbulences of squatter camps
Young children, elderly folks
Victimised from rural villages
Eating stale bread crumbs
Drinking filthy riverbank water
Love does not exist here
People have forsaken their own
While the cities are terribly rich
People living in poor conditions
Yell their lungs out:
“To hell with liberation,
When we are not liberated…”
Lazola Pambo
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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.