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I refuse to die

Life is not my slave 
Though I am always brave
Even in the torrent wave
Yet, my choice sometimes life does wave

I feel like dying
I refuse to die

I chose to love
But none was a dove
Do you remember, I put my culture above
I am a Yoruba in move
'Eyele ' ni won n pé ni 'dove'?

Sebi won leyele kìí bonile je
Ko bonile mún
Ko dojo iku onile ko yeri

Pardon my conversion
It is just to quote an assertion
As mentioned in this conversation
That Love should not be a selection
Well, I am not going to make an aversion
All I love made an accusation

I feel like dying
I refuse to die

Knife came knocking at my door
Pleading myself  I should shook
My phone rang and, alas, it was Gun
Asking earnestly that I shoot
And  Rope on me all day long
Wanting myself hang on a hook
Oh, I am too tired and poor

I feel like dying
I refuse to die

Why? Why must I my life I take?
When everyone's joy would be at stake
My dear mother her bread I bake
My darling wife her fast I break
My lovely children we game at break
Though my love someone does brake
Not my heart for once they did brake
I owe my life to them to take

So, even
When they make me feel life is an oven
I love to be with them even
I ward away from them all evils
I owe my life to them to take
Oh, I am too tired and poor
All I love made an accusation
'Eyele ni won n pé ni dove'?
Yet, my choice sometimes life does wave

I feel like dying
I refuse to die

#LEARNERSpen 9, Jumadath Thanni, 1439 (7/4/17)
I locked up some poems under the heading *poems* in my blog akewiagbaye.wordpress.com  please, do check them, interesting

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