The Power Of Revolution Poem by Oladimeji Hakeem Olayinka

A day break at the riverside,
I heard the jungle birds drums in mystic rhythm.
I sat down beside the sandy shore,
The river was buzzing with its dormant strength.
Waves were crawling gently to the shore.
The aquatic, ripplings through the billowing depth
While the cool breezy blew from the slumbering forest.
Not too long, All burning to ashes,
That was light up by powerful geysers.

Hiking along the hamlet zone,
Where the stars up high vamoosing after the moonlight
The pigeon is cooing and harmonized in there coop.
While the waterfowls mellow smile is enthralling.
Not too long, the old grandpoobah invoke their debris.
As Fulani janjaweed launch their gigantic horror Attack
Sudden poll of smoke we see, Sporadic shooting at creepy Night
Metallurgy shard, The air stench, Many left homeless.

I stay very long in an unknown city.
Staring at women with crooked jaw bones,
Their wrapper flutters in the wind
Held together by leagues of thousands lices
Life is a war as struggles were tight at every stage
Where nip men were in hilarity and so many were weeping.
The oppressors gallivanting in their yard,
While the oppressed wallowing in there misery
Staring at the tunes of brutal dictatorship
At the broad day noon, monumental corruption glares
While the populace luxuriate in ignorance
Economy spurt backwards in great disrepair
The warg that despoil us, comfort us with sugarcoated mouth
Ozzing word like the tunes of a twisted monkey

A plaintive thought trudge on my heart,
Urgently and raw like bleeding flesh.
My lips tremendous and demur like a precocious python,
Walking through the rumbling forest
I felt the goosebumps, like panther ready to pounce

I wail in song of revolution,
That was light up in the nook of central North
Gripping the high buildings of lugard house
Exposing a land full of corruptions
The whirlwind blewing the greenish filed from the west
Entangling the blissful tasty mansions of Lagos
The earth deep wound I found the key to end this banes
And the bounch of misfits in high places
As i sail on the tide of revolution to the south
Growing it like a wildling flowers besides Bricks House
Driving the rapid typhoon to the North East & West.
Feeding over the hungry faces
That wipe out the root of kleptomaniac systemic.