David Olusanya Poems

When the moon walks on your heart,
And the world is all an art;
It is a priceless portion poetry-
A poet's song of liberty.
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"They are all deaf and dumb,
with hateful hearts; so cold and numb".
Her somber song stills the street.
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Her beauty is so black and bold,
like your mother's cooking pot of old.
All her stories have been told,
except this one, I'm yet to unfold:
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Fine bread again from your favorite baker,
Out from my oven- a gift from Rebecca.
Relish all of it, to be a nourished partaker;
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Wake beloved! ‘Tis a new break.
I'm serving again, your chosen taste.
This is a nourishing national cake,
have it hot and all without haste.
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In the news tonight;
Politics has worn a woman's maquillage,
and the blind camera light,
seems to conceal her moral spoilage.
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Now I know my A, B, C
like nursery kids in the school.
I had wanted to be free,
to use A, B, C as a tool.
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'I am that African girl child,
whom you've left in the forests' wild.
While you darling to mourn my death,
as my dreams fade, breath by breath.
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When I'm gone my ghostly way,
do not grieve or grow a grey.
For I must give back to the soil,
that held my feet and tendered my toil.
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What shall be inscribed on your stones,
when you remain a pile of bones?
What shall be said of your past,
when death takes you home at last?
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