Kolade Seun

Oh! What a cause to lament for;
the pollard has been cut off, the strong Iroko is now sore.
The polemics have been extra-ordinary in their new clone.
Oh! See what exility has done!
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A day with stamerers,
makes you a wanderer.
How you wish to tame!
So cold the throat and lame.
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There's a rendition I want to give;
His attention I want to call.

To me who was lost;
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Sing Songs flying bird.
Sonorous voice fill the air.
Pressured lyrics fill my ear.
Sound of purity, wash the soul.
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So used to life, death looks strange.
Gourdously feasting are the populace on this morbid meal.
Evenly shared are the particles of odious thoughts.
After life of this walls,
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All eyes on her legs.
Green with the leaves,
White with the clouds on.
Hair like Lawyer's wigs.
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Birds sing in the moonless night.
Filled up lecture theatres.
Long queues on short benches.
Some tall; others short.
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Every heart has a beat.
Same slow kind of beat.
Paces, pants in parts.
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Were we to be able to draw our lines.
We will write our lifes.
In gold prints our words will stand.
The mirror in our mind will be our stage.
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A thousand words
Will be left unsaid.
Millions of instances
not accounted.
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The choicest of words are called the excellent.
The wealthiest of men are called the rich.

As for me, I will throw away this garment of vanity.
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Once upon a moon,
There were wars in the Sky.
I was where I was
When I was called upon
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The moon sits in the sky.
Behind
the tree that stands with five fingers
covered with little shrubs at the finger tip
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'Apocalypse'

It is one of those
Early, noisy morning in hell
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I see the events on earth
From the golden grave
Where men rest their eyes behind their lids
Where men rest their tongue behind their mouth
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From where I sat,
I rose,
And I saw.
Now, I sing...
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I want to say
the things
that eyes have seen
the things
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Smile sits solemly
On her soft lips
As she stares deeply
Into my heart that leaps
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Imagine, because I dont imagine,
I killed the kind
For them without the mind...
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On the path of prayer
I talked to a waiter
Waiting to cater
For all my needs
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