Babalola Augustine Adeola

Rookie - 54 Points (August 26th,1990 / Lagos)

A Good Day To Die - Poem by Babalola Augustine Adeola

Is definitely not on a Sunday
Or the day after that life changing sermon
Or on the day that we expires

It’s not.
when my name and pictures
adores the front cover of the Fox magazine
for wealth has come to stay.
Sleeping on Dollars and waking on pounds

Its not after using private jet for my wedding,
or the day she reproduces me
or the day I quench my thirst with provinces
like Alexander the great.

It’s not after winning the Nobel laureate prize,
or after receiving the whole world loudest ovation,
or after winning dollar on the popularity chat,
and making every power house my second home
or after walking the whole earth
and her sisters in space….

No! Not any of those memorable days
but the day the light deems on me
in the small corner of my world
with so much light for others to see
and a lot lighting their world from mine.
To make my life a true sacrifice that it is
and a gift to humanity.

After doing all the goods assigned to me
and the bad.
after hurting the feelings of my brothers
who oppresses the lowly
will definitely be a good day to bow out.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 14, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013

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