Yusuff Uthman Adekola Poems

Go away; away from my way
For your sayings are but friendly explosives
Which the childish ear gladly accepts
Until the bomb does the boom.
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It is dying.
Oh, it is dying!
The blossoming flower of beauty
That has always raised our shoulders
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Oh, son!
Oh, daughter!

Let not your eyes be sodden
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Drifting away,
On the lamb-gentle river;
On the thunder-rumbling ocean:
A raft whose direction none fathoms,
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I know of a house
Whose roof is full of holes
Whose body is made of cotton buds
Whose floor is smeared with blood.
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Head whirling and twirling,
Unbalanced: the movement.
Legs quaking and quivering,
Uneasy: the stand.
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It begins with a look
Then, admiration.

It continues with a move
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