Beware Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

in the crest of illumination my heart place in
wonder.
from instance my journey laid in fantasy.
the beauty i tend to keep placed me bellow
thunder.
running screw in the silence toes with no sense
for courtesy.

after the growth of the hips our silence is lay to
rest.
while the aged whose right has been snatched
with five minutes rest.
the joy of our land is dead when rod is withdrawn in fallacy.
hold your breath above your neck for our kings
are set to track us down.

the rights we cherish has been the saviour to make us drown.
that our heroes are now the villains of our security.
how best can this be pull down when the head has placed knives in their hands.
and campus has become a mini cave for our
friends.

bear my yokes that our campus be the saviour of
our nation.
go your ways my feet before you are cut off by
this pharisees.