Babalola Jubril Poems

Oh! my lord Heal the small cut,
That has turned into bruises
Heal our headache,
That has turned into migraine,
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The sky is very black,
Its shadow covers the earth,
Our heart is colliding,
That the ink of the pen is flowing badly,
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Being a leader,
It's like being sentence to life imprisonment,
With your shoulders so full,
Your arms stretched to the back,
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Not all rapists are rapists,
They are sexual addicts,
The product of their parent's failure,
Offsprings of the civilised generation,
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Every time

Every time; you always got me smiling,
When we first met: I smile my body out of my soul,
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Our lord has created the earth,
for the living to reside,
he has created the heaven,
for he and his angels to reside,
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Clouds are forming,
Trees are clapping,
Their leaves are enjoining their body to move,
Water falls are excited,
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Driver drives me well into the world,
Takes me around the world,
Make a mirror for me to see the world,
Sit me on her lap,
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If I knew

Being a poet,
will cause a havoc in the atmosphere,
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Rods like canes,
Embedded with sufferings,
Life has been a torment,
As I walk through its path,
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