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Adeola Balogun Poem
Let my weakness swim in brook of strength,
As i seek death in the pool of lust.
To turn away my eyes from illegit cast,
And plunge them to path of awarding conduct.
To the swaggering whisper of lust,
I receive at every rhythm of my heart beat.
I stand firm to un-sheath my sword,
To clamp this re-echoing and recurring bait.
I propitiate You thee to armour me,
With guards of incorruptible candour,
That fall not to intrigues of my sisters,
From whom i met falls without counts
Copyright © Adeola Balogun | Year Posted 2012
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Adeola Balogun Poem
Darkness clipped this enclave,
As we wake to this new dawn.
It eroded our minds.
Our days turned nights!
Our nights turned days!
Our cries swim across our continent's borders,
We craft tents and hear wailings,
From our forsaken lands,
In our makeshift settlements.
We lost our heads like decapitated bottles.
We wailed to our oppressors and get in return,
The shattering clamps and bangs from our repressors.
Our eyes are opened to the leeway of social network,
The maddening ginger that rummed us
To this state that we know not
What awaits us infront.
Our days turned nights,Our nights turned days,
As we see ruins in our lands.
Copyright © Adeola Balogun | Year Posted 2012
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