Kehinde Margret Makinde

Kehinde Margret Makinde Poems

We cannot afford to play
with the heart of a child,
Or the
Devil
...

Sweetly celestial calls chant their charms
through mortal cells they grant prayers
Of an anticipating mother or father
Yearning for the cry of a child
...

These scents make a sweet entrance,
To give a powerful welcome
Just as they were cultured to give.
...

The Best Poem Of Kehinde Margret Makinde

The Lance Of Truth

We cannot afford to play
with the heart of a child,
Or the
Devil
will
pay
its
heart
Arts of
great
evils.


Then, we would
pay as
the future
will demand,
For our harshnesses
with the
past and
pre- sent;



Like a rolling
stone on
global warming,
While the
earth bursts.


Then the ark would
be
built,
At the clocks of six and ten
And Nature's essence will
have
to
parent it, till its esse is saved.

Kehinde Margret Makinde Comments

Kehinde Margret Makinde Quotes

Why do the hair or nails grow after being cut? If and when you answer this You would know the fate of all things.

Dear benevolent soul, Do not permit to be dissected, To be put on others' value systems. You are good the way you are, Let you be the way you are.

There is everything in everything The Elephant Fish teaches me this.

Close
Error Success