john chizoba vincent
Olaitan Bakare - Poem by john chizoba vincent
She lady next door to my heart
Whose voice is honey to the ears,
She sweeps pain away from emotions
With a voice so sweet like the sugar.
She is the queen Esther of our time,
When she speaks, giants go to sleep.
Oh! What a lovely woman endowed
With a precious rhymes of love.
O. L. A is her beautiful name
Bakare, a soulful song of the birds
In the garden of love in tale of the heart.
She is a lioness in the midst of lions,
The sound of her smiles break the boredom
Of unveil frustrated life.
She is the beauty of the morning along,
She is the mother of many who listens
A mediator, a counsellor and a comforter
Of the troubled and weak in the society.
A super woman whose face radiate round
The world to give light to mankind.
Olaitan, the lady of Raypower whose smiles
Rescue many who are sorrowful.
Sing me a song of the victorious war lords
For she deserved the praise of a thousand men
Who had conquered the bloody battlefield.
There are women but there is a peculiar
And a priesthood among the women.
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