olayinka samson aremu

Ancient of days
So the philosophers says
He is the way
A driver say
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Why pretend
When you waits for my end
You guise as friend
Inwardly ravenly you tend
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He murdered and the law rest him
He steal, they arrest him
But he lied but none molest him
The law, though partial
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Here you are my troubadour!
Your wind opened the door
With you I begin my poetic traverse
I hope each step will open to me a new verse
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The hate is this life
She's a cruel wife
And though she with me she strife
I got to treat her as rife
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Now comes the time when I no longer speak- nothing
But my blue blooded vessel makes the speech
I'm not faulty, its the write thing
Now comes the time when my programmed Homing Pigeon no more function
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Your hand is heavy upon my bones,
Tiredness I bear strength no more.
You grip my marrow;
Feel weak for the morrow.
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My mum told me how love is sweet
And tells tales of how it use to be
But now I've run into it
Oh good Lord! It sweeten me
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That beautiful girl called Mary
From head to toe she is hairy
She covers her mouth
And turn towards south
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Oh my! How time hurries like winged-chariot
Though Seasons last but not long like lifetime
I wish to remain forever young but
Race after this resource seems unending.
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The great KOWE bird had let out its scream
Let loose announcement; fall of Iroko
Water no more flows, death is the fish's whim
Why aren't you talking IYA ALAGBO?
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Feather of the poetic winged-chariot,
And to the poetic nation, a patriot.
Excellent pen that inks praises and reproof
On whom honour is due and those who build wrong roof.
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