Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle Poems

A pen and a tablet
Words explored in a leaflet.
Oh poetry, oh poetry!
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The innocent crying baby
Has grown to a man of brutal agendum
Or to a young deceitful lady
Dangling her waist like a pendulum.
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When we have tied our firewood;
At some nights before September
But the rain came to quench our ember:
We would go to bed without food.
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As the flood drags the sand
Without a grasp of hand
So does to us age.
Day after day, even the sage
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Mama mama mama!
...most precious kindred
Who dote, care for me
...more than thee, pretends.
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Together, we will be alright;
Love will bear its lamp of light,
In our delight ignites our night
And thus, ease our plight.
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I have learnt
not to trust tomorrow,
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It could proffer joy
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Home goes the Troublemaker*
A nationalist of valour and vim
Virulent stumbling stone for racism
Africa, let tears fall for Him!
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My soul sinks from brim to below
It conjures me to hang and depart.
Music of dignity in diminish diminuendo
Brings thoughts of pain to the heart.
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Haunt me not for tomorrow
Or histories of times ago.
Let me be!
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