Mimiko moruf oluwakayode Poems

Blessed thy be
among the contries
so great and powerful
rich in culture
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Black skin white mask
does that make you white?
heh heh heh
you have become a citadel of shame
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They arrived at the boarder
the two lovers grunted
looking at each other
like a newly wedded couple
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As they always say
We will make the ephah
small and the shekel great
Gliding over and over their manifesto
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Go to her and apologise
the word keep ringing
but arrogance was againt it
after my second aniversary
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The land that flows
with milk and honey
where are thy glories?
where are thy strenght?
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I think of my contry in red
sadness mingle with rage
frustration tangle with agony
when seen the damages caused
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I lost a gem
too young to be deceived i was
that after the last days he shall rise
Hm! truly i lost a gem
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life to me
is like rent
you give you take
let live life
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Because small things make a diffrence
that is why i make my poem too small
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