Mohammed Abideen Oluwalonsola

After we meet,
we lied and smiled
then we both wink the cloud
got a sit in an honeymoon
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This night, i have been twice in conflict of love;
wonder what time of night it was;
which overflowed with murmur
murmured from sea and birds
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A day is at rest
and a month had cease to live
hardly my heart beat
to all my hope despaired
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My day is not so long like a tedious tale,
as the tone is well known
thou; is not yet dawn,
but I rose from my nightmares
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Fire thus;
and gun race;
bullet did not stop; but counting
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From here silent though;
base on the soft baritone
answering bird soprano
yet; my door stayed closed,
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The strong men in the world
wealthy men of the land
rich and nobles of the earth
those men of evil they got
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By their evade, gods heed us late
evict; but still feeble does
felony rules like an old age with imp
thee err, or thee err not;
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Here nut was raised to worship;
gods and ancestors of our home land,
dog was laid to slaughter;
to appeal gods of rain and light
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Birth was hard and bitter agony for us;
even so thy women stood at gaze and smiled,
what a painful day for women, bond by birth
when her soul knew at length the love it nursed
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I was shocked by the fear that hit my heart;
by that momment, i realize
realized that am asleep;
asleep in pool of dream
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Heaven do cry;
believe or believe not;
heaven do cry
fragile cloud do wipe;
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Ugly spirit with ugly face;
and ugly voice,
with a big head,
twisted hands and legs
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Hasn't we learnt enough already
what do we want; to go so far away
come! come! . come! ...
and be reasonable;
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Here; we all stand in front of a roaring death,
waiting for heaven bus to load
with heavy eyeslids shut;
our eyes slowly close
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Its only a mistake;
that am noble and rich in knowledge
am nothing but a slave
even not to everyone;
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Oh! My darling;
This restless heart of mine,
had grown deep in love with you,
just like a poet would ever dream
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From the infant hood;
i know not my creator,
nor my ancestors; nor who i am
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Here we war;
for this junction we purse
seeing the troop we laugh;
upon our fortune; we smile
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Once a year; every year comes
marching with gong and drums
making it more than a dream
the past, the present and the yet-to-be
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