samuel munachim


samuel munachim Poems

41. Says Who 7/14/2006
42. Serene Evening 7/14/2006
43. She Lied And Died 7/14/2006
44. Silhouettes 7/14/2006
45. Silver Lights 7/14/2006
46. Slave Trade 7/14/2006
47. Some Days Sink Our Spirits 7/14/2006
48. Some People Say 7/14/2006
49. Song And Dance 7/14/2006
50. Soul Wars 7/14/2006
51. Souls 7/14/2006
52. Step Up, Step Up 7/14/2006
53. The President Tells Assembly 7/14/2006
54. The Red On Our Streets 7/14/2006
55. The Sun Casts Its Fierce Eye 7/14/2006
56. I Will Never Forget The Pain 7/12/2006
57. I Will Not Be Alone 7/12/2006
58. Ifa 7/12/2006
59. In Anomie 7/12/2006
60. Juju 7/14/2006
61. Let's Say The A, B, C, D 7/14/2006
62. Like The Fulani 7/14/2006
63. Little Men 7/14/2006
64. Mama Africa 7/14/2006
65. My Life Is A Baby Boy 7/14/2006
66. My Past Lives 7/14/2006
67. New Politician 7/14/2006
68. Nigeria 7/14/2006
69. Oluchi 7/14/2006
70. On The Day My Father Died 7/14/2006
71. Oppressing Others 7/14/2006
72. Orisa Bunmi 7/14/2006
73. I Need To Have Faith 7/12/2006
74. I Want A Princess 7/12/2006
75. My Struggle Is To Be A Man 7/14/2006
76. Mystery Thief 7/14/2006
77. I Was A Child 7/12/2006
78. Pride Is Power 7/14/2006
79. My Little Child 7/14/2006
80. The Train Accident 7/14/2006

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The Train Accident

Spirits on the rails
Wait for the caboose
Just to tip it over
So children will die

Angels on the lines
Escort the small tram
Just to keep it upright
So children will live

Children in the train
Sing their lofty tune
Oblivious of threat
Wanting to survive

Obstruction on the path
Portends ugly doom
Sinister of cause
Wanting to destroy

The spirits will fight
The angels defend
When the obstruction
Trips the fated tram

Jikoloji
The tram is tripped
It begins to burn
Is anyone dead!

Some of then are ...

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Oppressing Others

We learn to harry others
Refusing then to grow
Preclude the boasts of those
We think can do no good

We ignore Him that taught
To heal our logged eyes
We go on playing prophet
Outweeping those bereaved

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