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Best Poems Written by Titilayo Sunday

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Angelic Warning

Like the serrating sun of the east
Setting upon the lashes of my brow
His appearance out of the wind
Detest the parting of my soul
Look!look the burning furnace
The reward of sinner's fate
Came the voice from the wind
End the toil of human being
Within the turmoil of defeat

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Pride of Africa

I'm proud to be an African
To be born of the race of blacks
For the blood runs in my heart
It seize not in times of plight
Even in the face of war
I disown not the name of yours
For am like a Christ of Nazareth
Where those believeth not expect less
For it is my father's land
And the tongue of my mother's
I embrace the pain of your fate
Of which the whites made you taste
But in all I've come
Out of the conquer of yours
Oh!Africa
It is you i adore
Blessed be you more

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Pride of Africa

I'm proud to be an African
To be born of the race of blacks
For the blood runs in my heart
It seize not in times of plight
Even in the face of war
I disown not the name of yours
For am like a Christ of Nazareth
Where those believeth not expect less
For it is my father's land
And the tongue of my mother's
I embrace the pain of your fate
Of which the whites made you taste
But in all I've come
Out of the conquer of yours
Oh!Africa
It is you i adore
Blessed be you more

Copyright © Titilayo Sunday | Year Posted 2013

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Haunt of the Past

Forget the past and move on
My soul keeps craving to press on
But the spirit of the past 
Still haunts me
Can't i wait to ask
What it wants?
The dim light of the night
Taking along the shadows of delight
Weeping across the brim of relieve
Feasting ahead the tip to reveal
Hold tight the neck of hope
To quest from it why it haunts
Maybe the answer to the present
The question for the future

Copyright © Titilayo Sunday | Year Posted 2013


Book: Shattered Sighs