macaulay akinbami Poems
|81.||Sola Christos, Sola Scriptura, Sola Gracious, Sola Fide' And The Priesthood||5/10/2011|
|83.||I Will Fight Even Till Death||5/6/2011|
|84.||The Mystery Of Passing World||5/29/2006|
|87.||A Tribute To Gani||9/16/2009|
|88.||There Is A Lion In Me||5/10/2011|
|89.||Must We Kill To Get To His Heaven?||3/29/2005|
|90.||As You Grow Older||7/30/2017|
|91.||Deus Ex Machina||2/13/2012|
|94.||The White Man’s Grave||5/17/2004|
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The White Man’s Grave
This school is not our school
We have our own.
This culture is not our own,
I know it well.
They teach us science
What is it?
And philosophy of their own.
When they say knowledge,
Who is a fool?
Pluto, Plato are not blacks
They impose on us
And make it law.
And have us in their rule condemn
These men are wicked
Tell them so.
In our pain they make their mansion
And gave us food from our wage.
Before your Mathematics,
I know the numbers of my wives
And your Geography.
I know the road to my farm.
Before your ...
Echoes from the past
Thunder from the tongue less cavern of the earth
To rouse my anesthetized sail from slumber,
Sutured wounds crack open, oozing fresh flood
As the pain of yesterday visit suddenly
-drawing rivulets from sunken eyes.
Blind eyes see shattered dreams in a shroud
Encircled by living dreams.
The bullet pierces my heart again and again