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Adeyemo Adedeji Poem
WHAT IF DEATH IS DEAD?
What If he is gone?
far away with his gun
to rest forever in his dome
though hell as a home
What shall become of us?
hastily I ask thus
if sucker of our souls is dead
lest we live in great dread
What of his forerunner?
old age sitting in a corner
that shall tremor us tremendously
never again we stand sedulously
Who shall put a death blow?
when old ages glow
leave us not at this juncture
save our future from torture
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Copyright © Adeyemo Adedeji | Year Posted 2019
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The area is as warm as a hill top, up and above the coast
An excellence that has made a feeble lion to boast
Fishes of an ocean befriend their own beast
Cheerfully in unison, we see them feast
It is...mutual and placid up there
All that very seems to care
Is as pure as dove
All above
Beneath
Allurements beath
The south part of the scene
Every bit of it...weary and unclean
Uneven coast of inducement kept faraway
The rough-south side that orders the prey to pray
A root of all evil clothed in the domain of devil's bedside
An immersed part of the ocean that makes a weak lion decide
Copyright © Adeyemo Adedeji | Year Posted 2020
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Adeyemo Adedeji Poem
up
we all strive
to so be in the hive
but on that lovely hill top
yes, the only one you luckily are
ill mocking everyone of us from afar
our hopeful eyes you trample with laugh
our food you left us half of the half of its half
but your heavy head has likely forgotten
or locked up in a pride with a button
you are nothing but a paper kite
soared to a greater height
behold from any time
can be blown
down
Copyright © Adeyemo Adedeji | Year Posted 2020
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