HAZEEM OLADIPUPO OLUWATOBI KAZEEM Poems

I am Africa's son, born of her womb,
Cleansed in Olokun's waters, nature's sacred tomb.
My ancestors' fortification, sweet and strong,
Courses through my veins, all day long.
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In the dusk hush, where shadows play,
I find solace, away from life's disarray.
Not by choice, but necessity's sway,
I keep to myself, lest distractions slay.
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If God is all powerful, is He just?
Or helpless, benevolent, we must trust?
Our fate, self written, yet we deny,
Blinded by faith, our truth, we can't apply.
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As twilight's veil descends upon my soul,
I bid farewell, my heart made whole.
No tears, dear friends, for I've lived my share,
A life of trials, love, and tender care.
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The truth is dark,
Yet it must be told.
The day grows dim,
Were you ever told?
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When the sun resigns its duty
and lamps grow tired of truth,
they emerge soft-footed men in borrowed cloaks,
counting dreams like rain caught in open palms.
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