James T. Abel Adesitimi

The beauty of a grave
Beneath maggot reigning
The beauty of the brave
oh! Hills of self depending
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when would war ends?
When would foes turn to friends?
With what've seen, i cry
when would tears never flow?
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War in her wedding gown
The bride of the world
Waiting for her groom to come
Some say its a conjugal bliss
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*LETTER TO MY MOTHERLAND*
written by: Adesitimi T. Damilola
Re-editted by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson 'KIS'
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Never mourn at my funeral
Because i'm not dead but sleeping
And relaxing on Abraham's bossom
Never mourn at my funeral
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Open your ears anywhere you are, Janet;
And hark to the rhymes of my sad song
Let it go straight to your heart
And dance to the beat of my gong
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I know a river;
long before I began to hold a pen
those days of-
-'twinkle, twinkle little star'
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my haters say.......
O they mutter to
the ears of the
winds
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Arewa! The princess of my lord
Her face like a shinning gold
That shines to conquer my inward part
When hatred is battling with my heart
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what if i'm dead and buried in an unknown grave?
Can i have chance to kill and dig another man's grave?
What if i have no head?
Can i have chance to cut another man's head for ritual?
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I will rise, 'boldly I say',
You that study my stars and say,
-it will but dim
Let me wake from my dream
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Air is not a stranger to all beings
while also sun and moon are not an alien to the act of changing our days
Sharks are the indigenes of the sea
So we are the native of imagination
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Let me a seat in your mind my friend
To sit and share with you what've experienced
Is all about women and love
My friend, don't fall in love
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Truely it was the freest and fairest
As we inked the paper willingly
Along with our collective conscience
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The race to eternity of peace make certain ye run in the moon and the sun.
Listen! Kingdom race not like mere race.
Not in the stadia but to somewhere beyond the sky.
I congratulate ye who know the road and the race.
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This rhyming melody
That mingles with euphony
From poet fantasy
To cherish your beauty
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Success in a lorry of inspiration.
Driven by determination.
Passenger by preparation.
conductor by condition.
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I'm in the world where hope dies.
I'm in the world where truth cries
I'm in the world where lie laughs I'm in the world where love is blind
I'm in the world where hatred is not hard to find
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We built a nest for our refuge
We birds of Africa
On high-high hills
To lay our eggs
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Many seasons have gone by
Enveloped with lonely days
And time is running by and by
Yet i'm a king with no princess
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