Adenrele Adebayo Poems

In the yesteryears were weed amidst his vegetation,
The weeds feast to eye of the doomed and faeces to the nostrils of the happy look,
With mockery they hail him in the happiness of sorrow;
For he'd walked with a tattered cloth on the royal road.
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At the beach I sat,
With wind tossed in the ocean afront,
Blind to the market place I was;
Leaving dark vision on my sight.
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