Mountain
has
been
firmly
fixed.
Its
content
were
metallic
mixed.
Its
known
to be
unshakable
to move
it,no
one is
able.
But with
determination,its
certain
that I
can
move
the
mountain.
NECO is
nicknamed
trouble.
WAEC is
its
double.
It is
impossible
to come
out with
flying
colours
in Maths
and
English,the
saviours.
But with
daily
reading,its
certain
that I
can
move
the
mountain.
Heaven
is such
a nice
place.
With
light
lightening
from
God's
face.
No
sinner
can
enter
there,
even as
sin rule
us here.
But with
faith
and
love,its
certain
that I
can
move
the
mountain.
We are
in a
country.
Where
people
receive
suffering
from
hungry.
Kleptomaniac
hands
steal
with
pistol.
Survival
rate is
so little.
But with
honesty,its
certain
that I
can
move
the
mountain.
Lust is
common
among
boys
even
with the
brave
and the
coys.
Each
desiring
a
girlfriend
that will
put
their
life to
end.
But with
focus,its
certain
that I
can
move
the
mountain.
Come on, man, stop looking at the clouds!
Don’t you know that the grey skies almost never scream and shout?
Avoid listen to your heart that only wants trouble and pain
And once again, don’t underestimate the ones that try to clean up after your stains
If the rhyme collects my emotions, simplicity and sense
I’ll tell her that I carry a bag of spoken words transformed into sorrows for my defense
I would rather stop thinking at all instead of stopping my feelings for being afraid to fall
So dont worry, Danny Boy, the death rows, drinks and women are still there
But at this point
Do you think you still care?
i
HEAD OF THY CHURCH TRIUMPHANT
You left Heaven,Your excellent Abode above.
You took upon Yourself the bodily garments of mortal man,
Came down into this world, this earth
Bereft of pure joy and eternal sweet communion.
You left the precious gel,the blissful ointment,
The long-lasting fragrance which spontaneously
Exudes around Your Father's glorious Throne.
When Your arrival here was duly announced
By Your birth, wicked and cruel men
Your death sought to establish
Fickle-minded,feeble-hearted coys
With evil-intent, devil-portent ploys
Your prime agenda and mission tried
To plunge into pre-mature disillusion.
ii
NO POWER CAN CONQUER SPIRIT DIVINE
Robed with the spirit of humility,You thrived on
In hard work, labouring, toiling on;
Like a huge fruitful tree existing there...there
By the side of a pleasant mighty river,until infinity.
The perfect prize You paid for all men
For their souls' redemption
You knotted everlasting espousal ties
Seeking to turn them into exquisite gems
Befitting and suitable
For a constant Bride.
Whatever happened to that little girl
So innocent, so fair?
Who now is mad t the world,
And lives in such despair?
Whatever happened to that little boy
Who always wanted to be Superman?
Now he lies, cheats, and coys
Whenever he sees that he can.
Whatever happened to those honest days
With all the smiles and the shows?
Now the world is such a maze,
And we don't know where to go.
Now do you see mu concern?
The world has changed since it's dawn.
Now I really just want to learn,
World, where since have we gone?
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