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Ibitoye Olukosi Poem
Goodbye friend indeed
For I wish not to say this
Class has given the verdict
Coins have won the battle
Thus they say
Inferior is my clan
They say I am a gold digger
They called me a scavenger
They say rag is my skin
I tell you
I wish not to be an eminent of pauper
Fingers are not equal
All fruits don't ripen the same time
Oh fate!
Partiality is your name.
Copyright © Ibitoye Olukosi | Year Posted 2011
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Ibitoye Olukosi Poem
We are the dead
We are the dead
We are the dead
I look left, I see death
My right is in conversation with
death
Behind me, the falling steps of
death I hear
In converse, I see the rotten teeth
of death
stain with the blood of its victims
We are the dead, this is the mantra
in my heart
No scientific inquiries have an
answer to this age old oppressor
No matter how holy, sly and careful
we try to please him
We are the dead
There is no heaven in the hospital
It is the headquarters of death
The environment is vulnerable
It is like cuddling up with death
The doctors die, judges die,
executioners die and everybody
dies.
We are all guilty and indebted to
this prowling predator.
We are the dead
We are the dead
We are the dead.
Copyright © Ibitoye Olukosi | Year Posted 2013
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Ibitoye Olukosi Poem
This is the prayers
of our fathers
They've prayed this for us
That we go beyond their success
That we climb their hills
to our mountains
And this we hope for our
offsprings
Even our children's children
When we go beyond and rest
Let this prayers be done
When our bones are weak
and the dust ready for dust
Let it be done
From ages to ages
Like the passover of the jews
It is the creed of our fathers.
Copyright © Ibitoye Olukosi | Year Posted 2011
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Ibitoye Olukosi Poem
I want to die and go home
Life is void and transient
Sorrow and hardship is the pillar of life
Inequality and segregation is
the other name of life
Nothing is in life except mirage golds
that will even mislead me
to miss the eternal home
where things are utopia
and sorrow and agony, you will not taste
But eternal joy that will honey your soul
I want to die and go home
Torment has conscious my nostalgia
I will be happy if I die
For this home is elysian.
Copyright © Ibitoye Olukosi | Year Posted 2011
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Ibitoye Olukosi Poem
The rubble of an earthquake is a queen
See my family and you will appreciate the ruin
The ruin in my family is inexplicable
It is an uncompleteable circle
The life of my parents is the key
It opened all bedeviled effects
I do not know their yesterday
I can only see the effect today
Oh! The life of my parents
Lose two roses in my garden
without permission
A scar of result?
What did you do yesterday?
Give us the lies
The cub is an heir to the lion
I will get answer from today
Alas! Your life has affected us.
Copyright © Ibitoye Olukosi | Year Posted 2012
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Ibitoye Olukosi Poem
My heart aches when I behold
my blood trading me for gold
So is it when a friend of foe
contributes to my woe
Even those I confided in
I was shocked to
see them as Judas
who bartered christ for silver
Now I know humans
They are like cactus tree
If you lean on it
It will drink your blood
His heart is serpent
disguised with a flowering face
If you see a man
and a beast
Spare the beast
Kill the man
The snake that tempted
man might be saved
Let tortured be man
He is a rat
Not a friend of cat
Alas! You are a traitor man.
Copyright © Ibitoye Olukosi | Year Posted 2011
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Ibitoye Olukosi Poem
I am lost without God's grace.
As cocaine makes drug addicts happy,
As war satisfies the appetite of an army,
As meta-sensualism quenches the burnings of a nymphomaniac,
God's grace is the codeine for my soul.
I cannot do without it.
I will seek God's grace every day until it ferries me to eternity.
Copyright © Ibitoye Olukosi | Year Posted 2023
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