Afolabi Muideen Poet Ode

War In My Life

I woke up early in the morning, on
My canopy snug bed laid on
Stinks,I managed to stifle my yawn
I remember
I remember my war
War in my life
War in my life
I breath heavily
I almost choked by fumes
In bundle,I packed my belongings
Thinking of what to eat
I have no where to stay
For the day
I have noting to do for feeding
Relative sent me away because I am noting
I walk around the street
Sometimes,I stand,bend,and knee
Begging for money to feed
I heard this proverb says, if there
Is life there is hope
Hope, hope,hope for me in this world
Now that I am old
Greyish hair on my head
If I heard something about thirty minute
Ago,hardly will I remember
I have not much to live in life
When will I have halcyon day in my life?
Can I still be optimism or I should hope
To be fortune in the
Hereafter?,I mumbled alone.

8/10/15
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A. Juman October 12, 2015 at 1:12 AM Say my friend I am not trying to be negative but you need to do some cleaning up on your poem. For me the word like feed eg: Trying to hold still my buckling knees with white streaks down my cheeks I beg a peace of bread hoping not to die this day that opened hopeless like yesterday. Oh keeper of the day! I am only 5, alone and at the mercy of whom? Why didst thou created me and thousands more like me? teach us that our parents may understand the consequence of sexual pleasures.

Joe Maverick June 10, 2015 at 11:53 AM May God cause his face to shine on you Afolabi, I don't know if this is a personal account of your experience if it Is you have my heartfelt sympathy..'

James Fraser May 9, 2015 at 1:18 PM With the devastation of War, hope becomes a much needed word. Fine poetry, and sad lived imagery, James...

M. L. Kiser May 9, 2015 at 3:29 AM Never lose hope. I can feel the agony of this soul.

Emile Pinet May 7, 2015 at 8:26 AM You have managed to capture a human experience filled with sadness and weave it into a poem that is expressive and poetically meaningful. Emile.

Justin Bordner May 7, 2015 at 2:40 AM Within this despair there is a fierce passion to survive, we question worth when we desire to create. You are strong Afolabi. J.A.B.