ABIKU

ÀBÍKÚ

                   Àbíkú, 
    This is the 21st century,
     Going and coming isn’t 
                a game,
Nor does it give you fame.
                 Àbíkú,
     Please come no more
   Mother’s breast is already
         thick like an iron
Every tears we dropped, the
               land sucks
              Father said;
  Dear Àbíkú I’ve got no farm
           to harvest yam, 
I sold it all to always keep
              you alive. 
This is your sixteenth death,
  all my royal chevrons are
                 tattered
  Come and stay as a female, 
 so you understands mothers
                    pain.
             Why Àbíkú?  
     Why do you chose us as 
               your prey?
  Àbíkú, the son of Dúrójayé
Forgive our wrongs and make
        your home "Ilé Ayé". 

              Poet
Olajire Damilola Muyideen 
         (SmilingPen)
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Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 5/6/2018 3:11:00 PM
lovely... Enjoyed dis poem 4 really...
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Date: 4/28/2018 5:08:00 PM
My friend this is indeed an awesome piece you have penned! I enjoyed reading it! Best wishes. Pandita
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Damilola Muyideen
Date: 4/28/2018 6:06:00 PM
Thanks pandita, I'm so glad. I appreciate you. I hope I get to meet good readers and appreciative friends here on this platform.