Looking for greener pasture
outside the greenland
what are they really
looking for outside the
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No stop pushing me becos
of the colour of my cloth
if nothing is done my cloth
will torn
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Poetry they say is a
lauguage of the gods
and deep inside me nobody can understand
...
The walls of egypt is burning
in joy
the sands of egypt is singing
in oneness
...
In the absence of life..........
Sweet sexy summer in a
angelic wind,
coming from south in
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How mighty is the heart
of africa,
how is the taste of power when
one lost it,
...
My country is niger-river,
our motherland is madeup of 36 sons with more than 705 local grand children,
when i wokeup i saw Abia talking to umuahia,
seeing Adamawa in yola i began to pray for Akwa ibom down to uyo, how can i forget places like Anambra where i sit an watch awka planing to visit Bauchi yet bauchi is trying to invite Benue so that makurdi can join the crew to welcome their brother,
...
Oh africa what has
happen to you,
you have lost your
respect and that of culture,
...
walking in the darkest morning of days, peeping on another day
Dancing with a ghost, singing with a deaf
Waiting for that sweet dark moment
Still another poem in another form
...
I was lost then because u are far, thank God you are not far from me now. St. Valentine was i loyalist of love, so today for me is more than just a day because i'm ready to repeat that same loyalty for you.
nomatter how hard tide&time change, my love for you is stronger than that of
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