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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Life is the beauty of man's craftiness
and the evil of his lust.
Life is a pushy and witty waitress;
it serves all men by a must.
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She seems uglier than a troll,
with a skin, brutally stripped like a poet's scroll.

She's adorned with the raiment of withered roses,
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When you see my wife, Rebecca,
tell her I'm now a baker;
To feed and nourish my hungry kindred,
with buttered brown bromate-free bread.
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In my country
it is a pity
that corruption is hawked like water,
and so contagious like catarrh.
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This is not a song of woe
it's just the way I'd love to go,
when my days are fully spent
and my years, without a dent.
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My soul was stolen by silence-
the deafening silence of lamentations.
My heart was full of emptiness-
emptiness of gruesome vibrations.
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How shall we tell the heralding tale,
that you and I had our mother for sale?
Who shall tend to the bruises on our backs,
if the detest the truth that we are Browns?
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When mourning voices wander,
and haunt the nights with wonder;
Panic not in fear,
For their dwelling is sorely near;
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Mothers of my land,
would you idle your hands?
And watch your grace
to be tossed away like the days.
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