Babalola Augustine Adeola

Let me take it from the lyrics of 'Don Williams'
that he don't believe that right is right,
and left is wrong.
Who defines them?
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We are like firewood and candle sticks,
some burning faster than the others.
Just like that without justifications.
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Come let me tell you your doom!
Now that you parade
The savannah and the forests,
Roaming freely and feeding on others
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In the reign of queen moon,
Like shooting stars they came;
Hunting down like shadows
With no canon, no guns.
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I was eating iyan and efo riro with eran igbe
With emu fun fun waiting to wash it down.
Good food for a prince.
Only to wake up hungry.
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Even before the world known wars,
men have alway been at war.
Every man lived and dwell in war.
War is part of our lives.
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'Ajagun' my brother,
A journey bids me come
And I must heed.
Take, hold and keep safe till my return
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I am a night walker.
bat am not
from vampire i do not descend.
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Oh God, save my soul.
Madness is gradually making himself my pal
no maybe I am the one inviting him.
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Everybody loves you,
fighting every battle to have you.
In ways we think we know best.
The beautifull and the ugly,
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My hands have stopped itching;
my pen has stopped dripping;
And my mind has stopped visiting the wonderlands.
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Don't buy me treasures of the seas,
Not steal for me wealth of the grave.

Don't give this whole world,
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Not by the poison prepared by our enemies,
Nor by the hand of the hangsman for the sins we committed.
We did not die at a war orchestrated by other aliens.
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I
Who cursed us?

II
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I have heard of how beauty betrays by fading away
Like the footprint left on the savannah sand,
Gone as though they never existed,
But your story is one to be told
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You flew through the wings of air.
The big guest with no host

I heard Baba and the Elders say:
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I
I fell in love with a woman
Who detest her body
Seeking validation from another.
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Is definitely not on a Sunday
Or the day after that life changing sermon
Or on the day that we expires

It’s not.
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Turn on the tap of creativity,
Open the well of wisdom,
Let me feel the flow.
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