Song Of A Bard Poem by Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle

Quagmires round about us
Coming again everyday and the next
And me, and you, and all of us
Ere we die, calamities make us unrest!
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What life requires we cannot afford
Even shelter and the fears of danger
That may breed from neighbour's discord.
The unknown tomorrow comes like stranger!
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We stretch our hands for a reach
We fail, again and again we try
All of us, the poor and the rich
If not, why then the rich also cry?
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Our existence is a stake!
And everybody harbours the hidden fear
That this pounding heart may step on a brake
That death may catch us unaware.
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Tribulations and trails knock
We raise our head; we cannot understand
And our courage afflictions mock
We ask, 'Why? ' But we cannot understand.
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And there is a hidden wisdom
That no Socrates nor Einstien understands.
Not even a living genius can fathom
What a departed soul understands.