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Nurudeen Olaniran Poem
Children are leaders of tomorrow
Precious gift from God
First man, Adam was created from dust
Children were made between man and woman
Children are unique in nature
And beautiful in the sigh of their father
My mother didn't know what I will become in future
My father insisted I received a good training
So that in the future I can become somebody
A substance worthy of emulation by others
I can't think about my future
But I can see them in my mother's eyes
I can't think... but I can hear from my father's voice
...these are what I learnt as I grow...
All men were created equal before God
And should be treated equal
No difference in race
We should be one by his grace
No difference in colour
As I see you and me as one by the corridor
Wealth evenly distributed
No jealousy or confectiousness exhibited
If I have a stick of sweet
You should have same too in the street
Love cannot be overlooked
Even though my brother is a crook
Be bothered about me
'Cause tomorrow it might be your turn
This is the tomorrow we should see
even without going oversea
Yes, we are tomorrow's leaders
We stand by our words.
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Down into the valley of socialization
Societal vices thrives without limitation
In my city, moral has worn the clothes of
civilization
It's value have nosedived into the pit of
humiliation
There both male and female feast just like
the beast
Meanwhile you cant resist the cyst
Cause it has covered both You and I
Today, shame has no hidden place in our
heart
Our conscience is driven away like a sport
car
The fume from the exhaust we applaud
But you know carbon mono-oxide is lethal
Yet we claim its civilization
Wont this kill You and I
Nakedness is an act of being naked
A product of shamelessness
The society is helpless because our mothers
are less concerned
'Flaunt it. You've got what it takes'
Thus: she praised as she catwalk down the
stricken street
At adolescent she conceived and bore a child
of no father
Will this not affect You and I
Truth...why are you pleading for it
It has been long buried beneath the six feet
As you can see, corruption triumph more in
our societies
From kids to parents,leaders to followers,
home to abroad
It has diffused through the earth just like fart
But no one cares; all we care about is NOW
Change the only factor that has remained
constant
Will you not change before the story is told to
You and I
Killings, suicide bombings, cheat, treason,
occult, lynching,
Kidnapping, indulgence, Nuisance, violence,
hypocrisy et al
Are all bored of corruption
End time is not close; Jesus Christ is not
coming today
But one day, you will wake up and find
yourself in hell or heaven
If we don't choose to make the world a better
place today
Wont this affect You and I?
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Illumination from the entrance
Make it vivid that Jefferson is ‘crazy’
Scripts splatter on the bare floor
Engulf with writings from the mind
Dramatizing the lines with emotions
Aghast! I stand watching the Jefferson
Displaying competency in a dramatics loom
Madness of characterization of the lines make the
Poems visible from his drama the dance steps
in resonance with the utterances as he maneuvers moves stealthily
is Jefferson crazy?
Before I could write the last line
Suddenly, he falls and breathes endlessly
He lay like a tired butterfly…
Have you seen one before?
‘I don’t have a pen’ he recounts
‘I don’t have a pen ‘ he utters breathing heavily
I don’t have a pen too I respond
I was just writing from my mind
On the table I see the line
‘I don’t have a pen’.
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'Boko Haram' is not an enemy.
It's a subject in an economy
of a corrupt country.
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Life is simple
Don't prick your pimple
Remember your dimple
is not just a sample
Forget your sorrow and
make your life simple
Copyright © Nurudeen Olaniran | Year Posted 2012
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Life is a waste of time
Why Life?
If a flowing river is not ready to still
A falling rain shall stop
If a blowing wind shall disturb
A breathing man shall live
An ambitious man shall die
Then, life is a waste of time.
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I can’t smile
When my heart is sorrowful
I can’t help
When my mind is vague
I can’t dream
When my life is vissionless
Oh! my creator
When will my heart be happy?
Oh! my God
When will my mind be hopefully filled?
Oh! my diviner
When will my life be alive?
May be,
When my lost sheep is returned to me
Safely and alive
Then I smile
And my heart is happy.
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Don't eat off the tips of your pens
tomorrow they might earn you a living
Don’t play with your pieces
Tomorrow they might start working
Don’t clean any of your lines
Tomorrow they might save a life
Poets are gods
They grow old like the earth
Indelibly,
There works live like the cloud
“I created myself”
Dedicated to Mariah
Angelo. Deid may
2014.
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so much so I adore my robe
my openness it protects
my robe no one has it type in the whole of the globe
so soothing that I don't imagine it in the hole
my robe
my robe
imagine my robe is stolen as a whole
where in the world do i search for my stolen robe
who do I employ to investigate in the rob
my expression is not hyperbole
my robe
my robe
you are so dare to me
my robe
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Better days are coming
Don't wait for tomorrow
Once upon a tomorrow... is today
Copyright © Nurudeen Olaniran | Year Posted 2012
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