Okonkwo was powerful beyond compare;
Any weakness made him irate.
With yams, an empire he did create;
Of the gods' blessings he was aware.
At a funeral, Okonkwo killed a young man there;
Seven years of exile was his fate.
While gone, Christianity was the debate;
The men exchanged war for prayer.
Okonkwo returned to a village strange,
To a place where men were weak.
The future of his tribe looked bleak;
The nature of man had changed.
He realized his only peace would be
With death, to hang from a nearby tree.
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