The price of love is now on hire
Waiting for no less compare
If less is what love needs higher
Let it descend like a used bonfire
A friend of mine is on its fire
Love cold embers flood his rear
Draining his mansion of ethical care
Running after a woman that is bruté
Whose life is but a flute
That can be blown like the blues
Sounding so high in brusque
Far away from any man’s truth..
Mohammed Alh. Nanu Potiskum
EDITOR’S NOTE
Originally published in Citizen on 20 Sep 1993, p. 35. This diplomatic transcription preserves the wording and lineation visible in the archived page.