Let words pour like rain
on this virgin terrain.
Lyrics of a baker-
a divine bread maker.
Shall I bake sweet romance
that will make your liver dance?
Lines of a love epistle,
from your gifted Apostle.
Shall I bake tough riddles
that will give you goose pimples?
Philosophies and wisdom
to crack the shell of boredom.
Shall I bake of politics?
The art of chaotic antics.
An insatiable prostitute
that allures derilious destitutes.
Shall I bake of patriotism?
The stem of nationalism.
The government from the masses,
extended towards the masses.
Shall I bake of justice,
free of political jaundice?
Honouring the truth,
whether from a sage or youth.
Shall I bake of religion,
that separates Yahya from John?
A purposed path to peace,
starving humanity of bliss.
Shall I bake of life,
a shameless, promiscuous wife.
Sometimes a bed of roses,
other times sadness imposes.
Let words pour like rain
on this virgin terrain.
Lyrical rhymes of a baker-
the first boo of Rebecca.
David O. Olusanya
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