Michael Olajubu Poems

A bird with broken wings,
Flushed under the radar of the sun,
Sat on the couch of silence
Awaiting what tomorrow brings.
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A mother and child
Was stabbed to their bones
With tailored tears running wild,
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Let's go down memory lane
You and I together
In a timeless plane
To the place our hearts once promised forever.
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The stanch snow-slides of visages of my countrymen
Slice the minuscule might within me;
They are broken and beaten and blue
In the squelch stasis that ties the nation to a tree
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When the fiesta of nature
Hushed the hush of the night,
Tamed tall trees twist and turn,
Dancing to cold rhythms and blues
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Once upon a memory
Of days that strode in glory,
When sun and moon would show deference
And every moment as Christmas without difference
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If the distance between you and me
is only measured by blurred sentiments
of worldly wrong and right,
that I'm BLACK and you're WHITE,
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Let us remember our true identity
And express virtues that make us one,
Let us unburden our heavy hearts
From the woes that bar the light and sun
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Through the downpours and floods
that sweep away the magnificence of our birth,
through the cacophonies of bleeding mothers
whose infants and laughter are silenced by nameless triggers
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