David Olusanya Poems

How shall we say it?
That justice is in prison.
With what words shall we tongue it?
And avoid the noun called Treason.
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When you meant to show me love,
my eyes wore a glove
the glove of lust
the lust of dust.
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Woman, why weep?
Your eyes were made to see,
and not to cry a sea;
To see your infants grow
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A grey bird chanted a bleeding song
on the dark streets of despair.
When a pale knell had been rung
and usurped a blooming atmosphere.
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In the beginning, it was not so
that we should eat the bread of woe
that we should drink the menses of prostitutes
whose chastity has been sold to an army of destitutes.
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Last night, my mama said;
'Son, its time you be a man.
The rain is here, you need a shed,
its high time your living began.'
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Hello my dear?
How have life made you fair?
The nights of cold have made me bare,
and I wish I could fly back to you over there;
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Tell this to that dazzling angel
that caught my eyes and made me fell.
That made me fell like the might of Troy
and made me cry like a little boy.
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This is another divine cake
just like I've fondly made for your sake.
Fresh from the oven of your best baker,
who is also your favourite, humble waiter.
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When I gave my heart to you,
and you gave yours to me too;
You became my mortal goddess
And saved my soul from distress.
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