A long time ago, I was a teacher,
I walked into a tiny chapel,
I lit a candle so that a student could have her Baccalaureate,
She was of age, we were sharing some light,
Unfortunately, she didn’t get her exam,
every time I pass this chapel
I’m thinking of her, light a new candle.
We cannot forget ourselves.
L. Milton Hankins
Flits about in south-central West Virginia,
Fluttering gossamer wings, wondering in grace,
Hovering his colorful feathers in the United States Air Force,
Where he served for four years in the beautiful state of Hawaii.
He received his baccalaureate degree in history;
Later obtained his master's and doctoral degrees in theology.
His coat glistened with iridescent hues most easily seen
In the brightest sunlight, his fleeting views were enraptured in poetry.
He prized his poetic butterfly’s conversation,
Enamored with those presentations, wanting to hold you.
He displays colorful beauty that surpasses
Even Mother Nature’s finest creations.
His lovelier shades always created a blend of love and pleasure.
In-between the babel of a troubled soul
In abeyance, the thought of neglection arose
The blood boiled, the body cooked
The figure fell in flat command
The jurist justified themselves unjust
multitude babbled, the wise bundled
Oko-Oloko dun Pokete
Prita Iyalaaje, Aloo apaamo
The world, the storyteller
No baccalaureate for success
Potentials would have been seen
We fear no test or challenges
Drive not us like cabby
We own our world, we rule our world
in pain of the real, you laugh
Children will clap it in moonlight story
Our mouth will be open in laughter in your tears
The world will read the reality
Painting life like it has no remaining
Hope traded for bread, hunger present
Faith traded for cloth, nakedness covered
Sleeping-waking, friction projected
They laughed our wacky life.
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Author: Omar Hachmi
Age: 17 years
City: Rachidia (Morocco)
Level mode: the final year of the baccalaureate
Author : Omar Hachmi
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