Biography of Lay Rite
Lay Rite (real name Sodiq Alabi) , a member of International Poetry Society, USA, Young Writers Society, USA, Union of Campus Journalists, Ilorin and University Literary Club, a finalist of 2009 National Youths Debate, and the former Executive Editor and Editorial Chairman, Pathfinder magazine, studied Plant Biology at the University Of Ilorin, Ilorin, Nigeria (2007-2011) .
Lay Rite's Works:
Edited, Pathfinder (annual publication of Federation of Iwoland Students Union) 2009 and 2010 editions.
Lay Rite Poems
And we asked again the millionth time In a resigned tone we are now known for Why we were passed over once again For our neighbours down the road
When Aunti Dana Made Her Last Run
Don't lament Never forget The blood unseen And the cause unknown
Sons Of The Goldmine: Lamentation I
We shall pack our shabby shirts in the bogus bag When we embark on our sorrowful sojourn. We are at the point of no return,
Humans Are Enough
There lived millenniums before, humans Who never had to worry about some obscure chemistry Nor did they get curious about their earth And there was never nothing like economy
Hail The School
(On a visit to my start) Hail the school Hail the ocean that flows Ever and ever it flows
Iwo, The Home Of OdıDere
Kilometres away from Ibadan, Miles away from Osogbo, Iwo, the city of odidere, Odidere, the bird that always return home. A pure icon of patriotism.
Sweat soaked shirt, suite and all He shouted his driver to halt Without waiting for the Honda to completely stop He impatiently and violently flung the door open
Home, Where the depleted energies Lost in the ever continuous combat Of living life or in trying to,
What The Hell Is Wrong?
What the hell is wrong with this man Who thinks he is a God? And what the hell is wrong with the girl Who thinks she is a queen?
Jos, What The Hell Is Wrong WıTh Yo...
Jos, what century do you think we are? What is with you that every time you have a problem You have to sacrifice human lives? Can you grow up so that we can have peace?
Song Of Revolution
Let those who know how to pray, pray And those who can’t, wish For we are getting to a stage Where history will be re written
I had seen beauty before Beauties, in many movies and living life And I had seen pretty parading Previously and still presently at occasions
Where the depleted energies
Lost in the ever continuous combat
Of living life or in trying to,
Are refreshingly replenished,
And the run-out rigour regained.
Packet by packet
Transferred through the bluetoothing
Of compassion and concern by relatives,