Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle
Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle Poems
|81.||And So She Becomes, My Sunshine||9/11/2012|
|82.||Thou Art Not Unkind||3/12/2012|
|83.||And It Came To Pass||10/18/2012|
|84.||Be Thou Not Brutal||11/17/2012|
|86.||He Made Them Twain||12/25/2013|
|87.||Euphony Of Myself||12/23/2011|
|88.||Ode To Our Rulers||7/7/2012|
|89.||Deeds Of The Just||6/11/2013|
|90.||Mortal Me (What The Body Says To The Soul)||12/20/2011|
|91.||At The Worship Of Poetry||7/8/2012|
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!
Lo! See Mama Africa's cry
Her hapless tears can not dry
On her beautiful black dimples.
Oh Africa, chaos ripples.
See your sons brutally unfair
Taking hostage His own kin at warfare,
Selling them at ludicrous token.
Oh Africa, your woes...
You've been here all these days
At a rather ready but reluctant pace,
Bearing big basket of books
Your head bows, some atrophied looks.
Your arms elbowed over the shoulders
Helping the basket heavy as boulders.
This you've carried all night and day
Built high your muscles of clay