Ejalonibu Abraham Poems
|41.||Born To Love||8/18/2017|
|44.||Bullion Van Of Misery||12/9/2015|
|46.||The Ghoul Ghost||12/3/2012|
|47.||Tell Me Why?||4/10/2013|
|48.||Lion In A Cage||10/2/2013|
|49.||Am An African Boy||2/10/2014|
|50.||Runinng Other Side Of Existence||8/26/2015|
|51.||Men In Black||4/11/2013|
|52.||Love Is Painful||4/16/2013|
|54.||My First Day||7/13/2014|
|55.||Sound Of War||8/16/2012|
|56.||Strong Feeling For Her||8/16/2012|
|58.||Power Of Beauty||12/9/2015|
Comments about Ejalonibu Abraham
When the head of warrior were called
The axes must be strike
Author and finisher of the grave
The god-father of wilderness.
His voice truly intimidating
When he roars, silence goes to the wilderness
Voice sound like thundercap had shattered the calm of the sky.
Eyes are like serving-dishes
And like fierce of fire,
Teeth were like a lion's fangs and crimson red.
He builds his house on flesh
Decorated with pillar of bones,
The advocate of OLODUMARE.
His action turn to tear
Making yam become ashes
after the yam ...
Then they are bunch of Mzee,
But now, they have piece into sleaze.
They believe we are
Distopped by curaco
That is narcotic us
You the baboon