Adeleke Adeite Poet Couplet

My Country and My Clan

I do not trail the 
treasures on temporal 
terrains
only to plunge my pole 
into permanent pains.

The wings that seem 
white in the simple's sight
often put his frail fortune 
to sudden flight.

I may be born and breed 
without a silver spoon,
but God blessed my belly 
with a boundless boon.

Our soldiers march on 
their stomach, hungry still
I fight for my Faith...from 
a humble hill. 

We are who we are and 
the world what it is,
red droplets flow in all 
living beings, why hiss?

What you see is a  
reflection of your reality,
do not mess me-- mend 
your misty mentality.

You christined my 
country: a cage of 
corruption,
your den devices...darts 
of mass destruction.

I am not a player, take 
this not as blame game,
share my world...shun thy 
shield: a show of shame.

Being a cheap cheat is 
not an accident but a 
choice,
everyone... in a villa or 
village has a clear voice.

I come from a clan where 
sin is a scary scar;
stare at the skies-- so 
dark, yet it stocks the 
stars.

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