Ejalonibu Abraham Poems
|43.||The Crying Game||8/18/2017|
|44.||Born To Love||8/18/2017|
|47.||The Ghoul Ghost||12/3/2012|
|48.||Tell Me Why?||4/10/2013|
|49.||Lion In A Cage||10/2/2013|
|50.||Am An African Boy||2/10/2014|
|51.||Runinng Other Side Of Existence||8/26/2015|
|52.||Love Is Painful||4/16/2013|
|53.||Power Of Beauty||12/9/2015|
|54.||Sound Of War||8/16/2012|
|55.||Strong Feeling For Her||8/16/2012|
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 ...
When Am Ill
When am ill,
I view little
of my future
On my sick bed,
But when my heal
I forgot what have
fallen to my front
In the past.
When you moved closer to me,
You will see what
Am saying in my pocket.