David Olusanya Poems

When shall I dance to my own heart beat,
And cease to become what you believe?
Set me free and let me live,
Ere my time fade bit by bit.
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Come and eat. My bread is ready,
I have baked it with my time.
It is brown and bromate free,
You don't have to pay a dime.
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Ewa bami ko orin ayo yi
Eyin odo ati ololufe asikoyi.
Moti je ounje ayo ife,
Inu mi si ti kun fun ife.
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Don't read this poem; it is a lie.
A poet is merely a truth-born liar,
His tongue is naked and never shy-
It spits the torrent of flood and fire.
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I often hear my mother's voice,
saying; 'your destiny is your choice.
great men are not made by their breeds,
great men are made by their deeds.
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Death did not kill those people;
Be wise, and let not your minds be little!
Death is not guilty,
He only discharged an easement duty.
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Life is the beauty of man's craftiness
and the evil of his lust.
Life is a pushy and witty waitress;
it serves all men by a must.
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She seems uglier than a troll,
with a skin, brutally stripped like a poet's scroll.

She's adorned with the raiment of withered roses,
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When you see my wife, Rebecca,
tell her I'm now a baker;
To feed and nourish my hungry kindred,
with buttered brown bromate-free bread.
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In my country
it is a pity
that corruption is hawked like water,
and so contagious like catarrh.
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