tolu ogundare Poems

My heart indites a matter
When the ponderings of a good writer
Remind us of the times
Of changing and perilous climes
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If I can't say a word
I will just lift my hands
To my King and Lord
For loving me a mere sand
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Self! A selfish monster
Always in constant friendly pretence
Must be bound and sacrificed on the altar
That I may fulfill my primary essence
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Say not love when it is not
When what it brings is spot
On saintly garment of white
And rid the soul of sight
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May we find a use for this centennial cry
For the times pass us by
And our tears won't bring the end
To this grievous and gory trend
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Oh let, I pray, this moment be
More than a day of feast to me
Let out the news full of life
The child that was born is still alive
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not in the strength
of finely drawn muscles well-sinewed
to thy sturdy underframe
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trembling trees shall dance
fearfully in the gusting wind of her vengeance
beneath a sky of thundering lights
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in careful waddling
of measured steps,
our wearied thoughts
grope in the dark deafening silence
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