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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Yes! The society,
It's poisonous and dangerous,
No good harvest since three decades,
Farmers with great farming skills,
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But never would I be?
Because am always down,
Either by my soul or another,
My body aches; giving me severe pain,
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I am a man of fifty millions cells,
Nearly aged to become death prey,
A future great grandfather,
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