ifedayo oshin Poems

who is it that turn the knob of the sky
and let fall, waters from above
who, can measure amount of rain
that touches the mother earth's head from the sky
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Spent strength
Drained, the river to its dregs
The wax to black mass melted
Dead silence, now music, so long and dead
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I know who you are
You are the morning
Virgin ripe like the full bunch Benin banana
Crystal clear like the revered coastal river
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I have found something
Greater, stronger than democracy
Making every person
An equal player in the game of life
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I know of a man. A man full of gratitude and humility for all he is and all he has
He has an eternal fault: an obsession to make a difference; to make an impact
To sow where he care not to reap
And give where, he does not get back
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For history is wont to repeat itself
Ever reneging, constant turning on the hinges
For the old in nature’s obeisance
Enter oblivious existence
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I stayed action of the night
I dared to stare at the dark
I robbed my eyes of nocturnal vacation
Turning insomniacs by ever sensuous poetry
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“Underdeveloped, Developing
Third world, IMF field of play
Debt burdened, disease ridden”
How dare you brand me
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Reality?
what you say and what i hear
what i see
and that that i think
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We are all linked
All who have ever met and interacted
By our thoughts, words and actions
These three will always track us
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