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Omotosho Seth Poem
What if smiling moon
Is brighter than the sun?
And the flakes of tumoil tend
To vile when fully regatherd
While i tame time my fab
I extricate by the vast drab
Of quality i fade for emptyness
The knobs of metaphor was
Red-hot and fickle fame flies
Off the vicinity of restless
Scimiter..ALAS! vile scimiter
Chill. Hot. Hate and lover
They all colide and positive
Wands lost the clasp of
Magical influence
Copyright © Omotosho Seth | Year Posted 2013
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Omotosho Seth Poem
T'was a thick dark night
When the captain gave charge
T'was a strong cold night
When the matadors are guiding the duke
We are loaded with destruction
They are loaded with dreaded weapons
We are less aware of their heighten aggression
They knew so little about our mightiness
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We are ambushed at the age of sunrise
We saw the bullets flying over as bane
We meet, we clash, and the earth frightens
While the cuckoo beguiled in the whistling bullets
Both side kill and was killed at the crossfire
Alas! Our men were cut low beneath shrapnels
But their men suffered most behind our bane
Warning ! do not listen to the cry of powerful fighters
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When metal meet meat, without warning
It penetrates, it Pierce, it raises men down
Bombs are property slayers, they ruins earth
The red roses and their petals, where are they?
How about the beautiful road side flowers
Not even the winsome looking gardens
Nor the trendy posy
See what we've done!
Human attribute is ruining the earth.
Copyright © Omotosho Seth | Year Posted 2017
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The night was listening
To the silent drums of chilling
Mightyness draging so slow by
decades, cumbersome so lowly
Once in heavy daylight! Musty
thought brain thou hold! fusty
look now flesh prefer..........
We wail at poor last close
of the no more opening eye
we wail and wail to the distance
so that is all about life? -
I pose an erotema!
For now the bloom has withered
The libraries are raised down
Alas! The knight had gone
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All i notice are the shadows
Shadows of angelic beauty
Accompanied with strings
Of hyperbole and sticky
love? Who knows.
Oh! My lady call me somemore
And browbeat my furnace-like
Fury for yon might try thine
Let me dream the dream of
ancestors and perherps beyond
Im too young for this old love!
That it intoxicate me.
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We're hit, we're hit!! serge!
The thing goes skrrrahh pap pap ka-ka-ka
Skibiki-pap-pap and a pu-pu-pudrrrr-boom
Skya, du-du-ku-ku-dun-dun
Poom, poom
The whole platoon has been cut off
The entire platoon has been wiped off
Company merit has fallen short of mercy
Thanks to our helmet that houses our shattered skull
Our brain like rocks chilling the red wine
You taught us how to kill
But how not to kill you never told us
Kaboom kaboom the bullets bounce from head to head
Beneath the shrapnel we're trapped and hit
For freedom had we not crave?
Now freedom is ours
From loath-like froth we flee
Now together we dance to the
Tune of Earth jackboots
heavily placed on our skeleton
My enemy, come and let dance
while the living Fight till our resurrection
®snowflakes 2018
Copyright © Omotosho Seth | Year Posted 2018
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