Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle Poems

Fie! I beshrew whatever cause
For which you kill in gross
And I course whatever god
Which makes you delight in spilling blood.
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The pew looks up to the alter
Speaking of God's profoundness
Very sweet words it does splutter
Teaching but doing no goodness.
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Thou art before the throne
The glassy sea like crystal flown
Before thee, twenty and four elders grown.
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Thou who erected the sky
With no pillar that holds it high,
Is anything hard for Thee to do?
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He has gone to the belly of the earth.
In agony, pens can not mirth.
He came with pen in his hand,
Writing to liberate his land.
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I am in a place
Where things are hidden in the book.
Let a decade pass in a gentle pace;
Here in the book, they shall not look.
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Like the leaf,
It withers and falls off
And decays, then to oblivion.
So is the life of a man here.
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Quagmires round about us
Coming again everyday and the next
And me, and you, and all of us
Ere we die, calamities make us unrest!
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The golden rule was not benighted
Since our days adole*
But our acts in evils delighted
Violating the commandment awhole.
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Three fellows federated
By their white master
Who sought not their opinion
Whether sweet or bitter.
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