Timothy Faboade Poems

WAR I
Like worn-out clothes their bodies char
Fires from the frightful suckling barrels
Give them the glorious, gracious garlands
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When Winter comes, witty Nature
Its beauties and glories evacuates
And for a while till March vacates
So, its fairness Winter won't puncture.
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Which has a more contentful bank
I once in my mind thought,
Each with its strength fought
Till both at night went blank.
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They shoulder all the world's woes,
They are the symbols of pains,
They reflect from their heads to toes,
Suffering and penury in plain.
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A Song of Hope
(composed when in despair)

You will still get through
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I did enjoy the warm waves
Of the torrent talking drums that
Coaxed the beaded waists
Rotated in all the cardinal points,
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Behold the besieged raffia falling,
The feeble walls bowing to winds
And their invaluable mural fading
Like wafts in the whistling wind,
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A drop in the sea I may be
A waft in the wind I may look
And dafter my wit to you looks
I have in me hope of a glee.
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Tiny is the thread
That links life and death
A second there is Life
A swift in Fate brings a knife
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They see their brothers' blood
In the street flowing like Noah flood
Cakes from the auto birds
Make their story analysts' mirth
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