Comments about Folayemi Akande
The Night Is A Blanket
A blanket upon the evening so mild,
A time to know which star is mine,
Amid the consternation so infinite,
That each one,
Upon my eyes gazeth.
A delusional moment,
That last a mind at large.
The moon will merge the light,
And make the sparkle a wonder,
Then we mourn the horrors of the day,
Then again our minds open like a foyer,
To foster the delight at the evening arrival,
A cross section of light,
With diluted colors,
Across the face of the dusky sky,
That's her star,
Right above my head, i guess.
The lullabies, ...
The Talking Gun
We shall not drop our guards to petty threats, Not under this moon sundial that slumbers our fate. When the moonlight ripples settles at our embankments. Our thirst for liberty is at war, Lingering on the cry for freedom, Together shall we break From these furnace of tyranny. Behold, the indignant fragment Of our broken tears, Would amou