Souls Of Destruction Poem by Adeniregun Adedamola

Oh, you empty soul of the earth
The dark of the darkest
Living within a gloomy shade,
Trampling immaculate souls
Under your boggy feet

You wihilistic exploiters drinking
The sweat and tears of the peasants
And leave the host to bear the agony
Remember the sweat that sweeten
The gloomy field for you to harvest
I have seen red sweat on my comrades faces.

Oh, people of my spirit
Keep enduring the pain from freedom in chains
That tethered you to tongues of empty voices.
We had eaten with dragons and dracons
Within slums. Lets keep looking at the top.

Woe to the body and souls.
Black flesh has reaped the dazzling
Spirit off his glowing strini bittercold,
Let's our spirit walk naked in
But i know the sun is peeping from a comer

Let's our whisper turn to voices
Except to what harms the body and soul.
I can hear J. luther King voice from the cellar
And Nelson Mandella's with his scar,
However, they are men of glorious stars.

We may be taken out of history
But woe to the body that plaque the soul
I am a still born soul strilling for rebirth,
No way out of gloom unless is broken through,
Although my body is helpless, my souls still keeps its hope.