Dear pastor….
I come in consideration,
That this should be my last resort.
Having sought help from callers not a few.
...
I saw on a wall, in the street of religion
an inscription which Reads
'So when you meet
...
Yesterday,
It was just yesterday in September,
He was laid to rest in golden casket
...
The lion in me,
Don’t dare, I am sold out to the Lion of the Tribe of Judah
You know Him,
I received mercy,
...
President Olusegun Obasanjo- Atiku Abubakar
Promises of pardoned traitors
Reek like ancient regrets.
...
As you grow older, they fade into oblivion
The friends you once revered,
The company you once adored,
Like flowers they fade and fall by the way side
...
Will you try again?
With avalanche of failures,
The peak, the peak or add the zenith, futile, “all labors lost”
Yet, once more I must, ere I die, with dripping blood, though it’s the last once more I must
...
These old world is filled with wonders
And many beyond comprehension
I speak of these that my little mind knows so less
Than I aught.
...
This Poem will speak to Peter,
Of the priest and the folly,
This poem doubts not the sincerity of true worshipers,
It will speak to the cult, the club, their Peter, the images of idolatry
...
This Poem will speak to Peter,
Of the priest and the folly,
This poem doubts not the sincerity of true worshipers,
It will speak to the cult, the club, their Peter, the images of idolatry
...
Do, please do.
I did foolishly, so foolishly now I am ashamed I did it to you,
Please forgive me; I am still shocked, that I could hurt a good friend like you,
There must be something in me that must be tamed,
...
Please go for me to south Africa
Not to live but to deliver a message to Mandela
Tell Mbeki,
Tell Zuma,
...
The sun will shine today.
Though late the night has been,
Through paths so darkened and gloomy
Not for the similitude of our hope
...
When men were men
They proved their strength in tilling
Providing meat so many
Hoe and cutlass was their tool
...
To the weary days of time and age
As ever my love till date
When your face wrinkle be
...
Howl!
Vain mortal of helpless arm
Weep as though the tears will bring him back.
Aloud, wail! Cry aloud
...
When?
Maybe never, Yeah
For that was the responce
of the lords,
...
A Pan African, a non conformist, an iconoclast)
Alone..
Alone in the world of writs
I stand alone
To mockery because my shoes are worn,
My suit torn.
Alone,
Because I refused to invest my time
In vanity of men’s wealth
The relentless treadmill of materialism.
The infinity of human thoughts are vital to me
While friends and colleagues
Constant in the mad rush for avarice
Alone,
When I speak against societal ills
Paid writers mock at me
And call me ‘fool’!
My mind, preaching constant messages of irrelevances
Because I will die a writer.
No money,
No friends,
No foe.
Alone,
When intelligent comrades backslide
into a reverse and praising of societal tyranny.
Alone,
When vanity of fame and temporal gain
Reduce men of honour
To a loose dissolved state of lies.
Alone,
When the courage for truth
Falls to a beggarly withdrawal for fear
Alone,
When mass comrades reduce intelligence
To cheap Trade by Bata.
Alone,
When moneybags employ friends
In the service of sly.
Alone,
When kings and kingdom
Turn greater minds to lesser scribe.
Alone,
When hunger, pain, loneliness
Stare in the face
For uncommon stance.
Alone,
Let lies increase
Vanity multiply
Comrades compromise
Hunger kill
Clothes burnt
Impoverished me be
With no friends
No follower
And in the grave
Just like I came,
Alone, Alone.
Egbon Akinbami. whao... what a man. we are all proud of you. keep it up, you will never die because of your work.
Macaulay, I find your poetry most refreshing, witty, and inspirational. Keep writing! KAV
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