Emmanuel Odum

My Africa,
a monument from God
his archi-tectural piece
on pillers of golden block
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Far beyond my eyes,
above the many lies
or truth if i must sigh
i see the heavens cry.
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And i go to the wilderness
with a heart of bitterness

beyond the tarred roads
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To one beyond the sky
to one that hear my sigh
for sure you never cry
that's why my patience try
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I treated her with faith
it was our happy fate
not bones on gobblins plate
but sweet to my palate
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Crowned with thorns in place of insight
Subdued and cursed with empty delight
The knowledge they sell is far from the light
Chained by norms with no will to fight
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Sex is good, sex is delicious
Sex is confusing and can destroy decisions
Sex can be cruel, sex can be vicious
Sex is a faith that transcends religions
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A song in married home
like tiddens in the blue
the turn of lively hope
the marriage creed they blew
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Some will blaze and burn with ease
some will glow but not in peace
some are torn and flame will seize
splendid hold on mantle torch
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And off your cloths you silly brath
you good for nothing stinking rat
i knew i trailed your dirty path
now who will seal heavy fart
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We no send at all
wether the world dey bend
even we dey crawl
we must to reach the end
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The hero or the valiant
who rules the parliament?
everyone has a point
even at the war front
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Poundering hearts wont seize
for fear is crawling in
like feel of tender berley
on the morning dew.
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Thanks to Abraham Lincoln
Once possed a faiure icon
but, now in every nation
his democratic motion.
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Beyond the rays of the sun
behind the shadows of the moon
in all the ferries of your gloom
lies the angel that calls you son
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The showers of tears
dropping from the purple sky
where all the mysteries lie
where pain and hunger
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Though i left here
no words for my dear
with tears and fear
hoping for a cheer
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The reeds were better boats
till when the oceans sink
look me in the face
and tell me that you know
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O love,
who are you.
now i look at you
but how can i find you
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How late to realise
the worth of golden roses
who stood before my eyes
two a many years.
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