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Kayode Benjamin Poem
This land of ours was given away for coins
Every man was sold,hair to toe and groin
This land of ours for folly was lost
Our land our land,taken by force.
The big fish that floats threw men up on
our land
Red hairy men with knife and gun in hand
They faught us bit by bit and won us one
by one
Some came with crosses,believe in their
God or
fight againt their gun
Their God was stronger and their guns
brought
more death
With their God they bought our culture and
their
guns killed our tradition
They claimed the God they know owns the
earth
And for Him they have come to take our
homes
our land our nation
They were gods cos their skin was white
They made us slaves and took our all and
our light
We were deprived of the better life,to white
we
were stain
They brought laws and rules,their god said
the
blacks were created to be slaves
They weakened our faith and pounded our
soul
They destroyed our beliefs and broke our
pillars
and our bones
They took our everything and and bounded
us
with chains
They took our freedom and told us we were
vain
Blessed are the men who had fought till
now
Blessed are the heroes who had bought our
freedom with their lives
Great men who travelled on thorns and
broken
bottles to bring back our crown
They gave their all and blood as bribe
How sweeter can our redemption song be?
True freedom is when a black man is king
Things fell apart
(Sighs in releif) ''at last''
Copyright © Kayode Benjamin | Year Posted 2014
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Kayode Benjamin Poem
Many times I get to wonder if love is a
waste of
time
Cos it hard to find someone who's heart
and yours
rhyme
Many times we choose to stay trying to
tailor on
time
Saving nine sweet songs of heartbreak with
its
melodies,rhythms and rhyme
Some times I get to wonder why love in the
first
place
Why not save dis plenty strength when it
only
takes little to hate
Some times we choose to stay feeling we
are in
the right place
It only take a night to realize that you have
crossed the thin line between love and hate
Most times i get to ponder on the right
words to
say
And to get true love, all of me is never
enough to
serve as pay
Most times we are made fools doing both
the right
and wrong in the others say
Love has a language we must speak and
dues we
must pay
Many times I get to wonder if love is a
waste of
time
Cos we have stitched everyday but never
did we
save nine.
Copyright © Kayode Benjamin | Year Posted 2014
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