Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle
Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle Poems
|82.||Thou Art Not Unkind||3/12/2012|
|84.||Oh Poetry, Oh Poetry||3/16/2013|
|86.||Agonies Of My Nation||4/10/2013|
|87.||He Made Them Twain||12/25/2013|
|88.||Bruce Lee, A Star Sank In The Sea Of Art||11/28/2014|
|89.||Addressed To Africans||12/30/2014|
|90.||Ode To Our Rulers||7/7/2012|
|92.||Deeds Of The Just||6/11/2013|
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Deeds Of The Just
He tries not to meditate evils
Nor with his hands sordidly paddles
He who knows he is ephemeral
He disports not himself at funeral.
He rules not with brutality
He leads with all loyalty
He who knows the tomb is a home
He delectates not under this dome.
He foments not a discord
Nor doth a perfidy afford
He who knows this temporal residence
He delights not in his malevolence.
He rests not upon the world
He dares not act so unjust
He who knows he is of dust
He rests not upon this world.
Father Africa! At a token ignorance,
You have given your inheritance:
To strangers you gave so much.
White fellows who did not eat in our dish.
Behold, with some sham laughter,
They transacted for few daughters;
They brought clothes and rums and guns
To shackle away your sons.
Father Africa, foolish you!