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Akinbohun Olanrewaju Poem
Build me a home
Build me a better life
Mould the sands of my past
Immortalize my hopes and my desires
Raise them high on the path of my growth
Paint them with my sweat, paint them blood and salt
Build me a home
Put in it, a good wife
Put in it, goodness to last
The trauma of memories, heat of fires
The floods of spring, and the winters so cold
The goodness of two lifetimes with but a little fault
Build me a home
Put on it a silver hide
All these are not much to ask
All these like frankincense and myrrh
What more to have than them in seven folds
The goodness of two lifetimes with but a little fault
Copyright © Akinbohun Olanrewaju | Year Posted 2019
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Akinbohun Olanrewaju Poem
The night before
The night we made a pact
The night the moon witnessed
The silence and the darkness at war
None the wind or dog blew or barked
None the leaves whispered, crickets gossiped
The night before
The night we promised
Our souls and shadows, same
The spirit of the earth, still, at its core
The mountains from afar, like sitting mummies
Waiting to give judgement when the morning came
The night before
The night we joined in blood
The night from whence we awoke
To always be alive and to exist for more
To rise above the flood and float in the mud
The end of a life behind the ghosts of words that choke
Copyright © Akinbohun Olanrewaju | Year Posted 2019
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