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AT FIFTY TWO CARRYING MILK TOOTH

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AT FIFTY TWO CARRYING MILK TOOTH

AT  FIFTY-TWO  CARRYING  MILK  TOOTH.
Oh  Nigeria
I  speck  as  a  barren  sister
Mirage  that  darkness  glitters,
Oh  Nigeria
Principals  with  voiceless  whispers
Ministers  of  sugarless  minerals,
God  forgives  with  elementary  prayers
Suffering  is  my  leather  as  you  never
Replied  to  my  letters  nor  credentials.
Nourish  your  feathers
Oh  Nigeria’s,
The  sky  is  fallen  ill  and  calls  for  
remembrance
You  sit  for  so  long  folding  our shrinking
Tongue
Revolution  is  a  stanza  on  freedoms  agenda.
Nigeria, a  raped  virgin
Am  sorry  heaven  would  soon disconnect  my
Blessings
Why  is  my  blood  red?
To  differentiate  from  hells  ingredient
And  to  color  sirens  which  would  eventually
Block  many  ears.
I  touched  the  tears  of  Soyinka’s  hair
I  hear  the  steps  of  Awolowo’s  legs,
When  this  great  heads  die,
Who  would  sacrifices  his  solid  chest
To  breast  feed  our  hopeless  years.
Miracles  is  on  the  way,
Is  all  I  always  say
Here  is  a  poetic  blend
To  provoke  this  stubborn  men.
Nigeria  is  under  my  care
Join  the  campaign  to  lift  and  undress  this
Tattered  girl.
You  are  no  scare crow
Revolt  with  a  gallant  tone
I  have  built  a  mansion  called  hope
I  started  with  this  tiny  rope
Nigeria  cant  be  cloned
Speck  with  your  vote  and  lets  sail  on
This  elegant  boat,
To  the  destination  that present  growth.
No  more  armatures  ruling  in  pretense
And  claim  his  a  dove.
Today  I  am  fifty two,
Handling  a  walking  stick  and  no  ripe
Fruit.
                                                                                                              HABIB  AKEWUSOLA.
  

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