habib akewusola

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Sweet Are The Uses Of Adversity - Poem by habib akewusola

The sky hangs without support,
Likewise the ground with no full stop,
Earth is rich as a book shop,
Shelf's holding you to remain warm,
Borrow shall come with no return,
At this point everything seem
To evolve
Even the great dreamt of a
You turn,
My calendar reads the month called
Many days the page is rich with
All thou thought was to give up,
No, I decided to see GOD,
There I was told just to sit up
Now I lick from my delicious stew
My sit produces heat as the
Suns kid
These mighty tree isn't a fake
I had to sleep and meet my
Zeal without sin
I always wanted to win,
Not on the same compound
With defeat.
So I sing like the pilgrim,
Disease, feast in every community,
I wonder why you smile at my
The night is suitable for atrocities,
Still, I would turn my sky into
Wake up, with integrity
And collect gifts in size
Of obesity.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 23, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 23, 2012

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