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Oshinowo Oluyinka Poem
Lives were blooming in the land.
Infants were growing spiritedly.
All with merry hearts enjoyed the days.
Then it was heard from a distance near,
Eastern soldiers are marching to us.
The rattling; the roaming; the rumbling.
Deafening! It deafened the ears.
“Lock the city gates, arm the fortress soldiers
Shoot canon out toward the eastern quickly.”
Authority ordered ceaselessly.
“Whoosh! Crash! City gates in ruins!”
Announced a watching soldier.
“Overrun! Override! Pull down! Set fire!
Fire everywhere!”
Ordered the invaders commander.
A force thus failed to match another.
Before this deadly guests departed,
Piles of corpses had grown on every street;
Treasure houses had been rendered empty.
The raised dust became settled.
The retreated king was out of hiding
And became derided before the lucky few.
He saw the damages and cried aloud -
“Lord! What a lesson I deduce from this!
If I live to build my kingdom again,
I’ll always be ready to be in defence.”
If you build your kingdom with wars,
Always be ready for war.
Need you tell the real warlords?
Copyright © Oshinowo Oluyinka | Year Posted 2013
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Oshinowo Oluyinka Poem
Blow
Blow now, blow
Wind of recourse
Blow
Sweep the thistles off
Their rooted feet
Clear the sharp thorns
Off the fertile farm.
Blow
Blow quickly, blow
Wind of recourse
Blow
Let the millet grow in peace
Without the troubling weed
Let the spinach bloom and spread
Without the piercing nails of the thorns
Blow
Blow hurriedly, blow
Wind of recourse
Blow
Blow across the length
Blow across the breadth
Of this fagging farm
And let the labours not be vain.
Blow
Blow right now, blow
Wind of recourse
Blow
Don’t leave the weed to grow
And share food with precious mustards
What become of the yield?
If the weeds in pride are left to live.
Blow
Blow thither, blow
Wind of recourse
Blow
And let the crops be free
From those hateful weeds
It’s then the farm shall rejoice
Like one with lasting splendour.
Copyright © Oshinowo Oluyinka | Year Posted 2013
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