Andrew Ahile

My head beats at this realization.
i, a victim of dictatorship
created by the society i constitute.
my mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters
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Just like today, is yesterday.
i still see the sun as it walked away,
the wind still slaps my face,
promise still under rug.
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Yes we all see
But believe what we will,
For all that we have
little we may accept.
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again and again, my heart breaks.
as memories flash, my heart aches.
the pain only grew worse
to God alone is known,
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Black and white is all that you are
Among many beautiful colors that there are
Blue, green, yellow and red
And all the colors of which you have read
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In our live mistakes are a daily threat
Inevitable as the scourge of death
Those words you speak arise from your breath
The after thought seldom yields regret
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There was once a man named john
His wife was called the don
By those whose advice she had turned down
Her voice was as loud as a Dane gun
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Behold the stare in thy eyes
Beautiful as roses spread out for miles
Undermine the beauty of butterflies
A glow over thy face as fire flies
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Nigeria my country
Drowning in a pool of her blood
Spilled by her children
Nigeria, my country
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OUR HOUSE SHATTERS
Greed, it could not be need?
That fires our desire to feed
On the fruits and into the seed
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Before my constant sleep
I believe I knew
My left from my right
What was right and what was left
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Even dawn does not clear the confusion
It goes to the stream to fetch fire
The truth almost an illusion
Seen by the dreamy eyes
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You are beautiful I know
And I know that you know
And I know you have been told
By thousands or so
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Was it not for you, I would have lied.
For so close we were tied
When I say this, know that I cried.
If trust ever stood so tall
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When the going gets tough
And the see gets rough
When in the middle of people who have had enough
You find yourself
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It was expected that I be this and be that
That I be him or I be her
That I be here or I be there
It was expected of me
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They went trough the forest to find him
As soon as it was known
Of the evil he had done
It became clear
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Look, those little blocks
From which grew those little huts
Where made from little grains of sand
Though block greater than sand
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I looked beyond her face and saw beauty
She was tall she was black
I thought she was twenty
I looked into her eyes and saw a home purity
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Let these words of mine speak of me
Even as they speak
Of what they do speak
For they are written in a language
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