Adeola Babalola Poems

Fire is good,
i tend to put my hands
and it burns.
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In this world,
the dream of the past
hunting the present
trying to drawn the feotus
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If I try to,
I can't be the fire.
Very good and destructive in anger
but can be tamed
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It is you,
no you caused it.
They did it
we should do this.
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looking at them,
we are all staring
doing nothing
not because we don't know what to do,
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It was the day
i lie idle
that my eye caught you.
And causing uneasiness
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Loneliness decends my soul
and fist joy i felt.
Not until i got to know,
that am already breeding maggots.
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Come!
Come listen to me.
I am the preacher boy.
Let me tell you your doom...
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That the world,
like the sky and moon wil dwell
and less tears,
waters the seeds of pain.
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Tell me?
Cos my grave it is bring closer to my house.
The very reason, idea, the meaning
and may be the who too
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