Olugbenga Ayoola.O

WISE HOUSE
I stood in the middle of the poetry,
We move forward to the wise house
Where all soul of the bard laid heads
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DRY YOUR TEARS YOU LASS!
Oh! You lonely heart
Sick on stone of love
Gaze million of love past
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From the sprout of buds to the wither of the leaf
From spring of the river to the dry of the river
From the man birth rate to the man death rate
From the sunny of the day to darkness of the day
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Am hill- Billy man
Who sat on crest in north with bliss
And dim light war in east
Who took west yolk from cave
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I sat on treetop of the world like a bird nest
Looking the celestial bird on the sky of the world
Fly from north to south with wings
And wind blow gently to our nation with peace
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He was a man of hero
A man of choice
Who pass through the world darkness
And sacrifice his two son for his land
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The mighty one I know
Who speak and command the earth,
Who summon the sun in their palace,
You are the father for all creators,
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If heaven descent fire winds
Where all soul will stay
If land is mortal, where grass will live
And if whole days is somber
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I will call your name, skepi,
I will pronounce your name, skepi
Skepi, your name is like honey bread
In the inner of my heart
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The interment of Abacha was a mystery
The sky smiling to the rainbow
The thunderbolt sparkles here and there
The winds blew and toast all things
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So, this how world is going
The sun and the moon change to black
White and black ambivalent themselves
So, this world is going to an end
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From cool to the hot weather
From sunny to the raining season
From light to the darkness hour
From strength to the weak minute
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Thou my mother
You re the driver of my car
In you palm I cry and I laugh
Your rapper is my urine cleaner
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I will call your name, skepi
I will proclaim your name skepi
Skepi, your name is like honey bread in my lip
Which dropp me bounce joy in my heart always
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The race is end
The shadow are cover the earth
And the moon is moonless
Star also is starless
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The world of wicked is world of evil
Their act makes life to be empty
And their poison is poison of sickness
So, the heart of wickedness is evil
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Tear of warrior is like stone of death
In the heart of township man
Where mercy denial sinner
And dry bone calling death
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Oh! My people
Wind of last night
Was sullen in our hamlet
Is a bitter wind of albino
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Man did not fear man
But the hero fear death of hero
By the dangerous thunder sword
Thro his shine sword and bright eyes
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