Ibrahim Oba

Rookie - 67 Points (Ilorin, Nigeria)

Orphan - Poem by Ibrahim Oba

When I look into the world
Seeing the world so gutted
Man living without root
The breeze that blows is exceptional
Whatever he does is wrong
Man without root
The pains an agony before freedom
My lord!

You created the world and well proportioned it
With the sun and the moon
You gave Egypt it pyramid
Arabia it cuboid
Your power is unmeasured
You arduous the orphans yet let them wander
You created the orphans yet let them suffer
You created the orphans and bless them over
The Lord of lords
Owner of owners
King of kings

Topic(s) of this poem: love

Form: Epic


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 12, 2015


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