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Live Your Life

Are we even human?
And are we really real
Cause we’ve been cursed so many times
That we forget how it feels like to feel
We strive,
Fight,
And try to get rich,
And as the day goes by,
We just grow old,
Cold,
And hard hearted.
Forgetting life’s for the living,
Cause we never live it.
Action speaks louder than words they say,
Yet so far, we’ve done nothing but talk.
We paint pictures of a perfect world,
In our words,
Which is nothing but distorted.
Later in life,
We try to hide all our lies from behind,
As a little girl cries
“I’m alive, I’m alive”
Can’t believe I’m breathing,
See, every time I hear you scream
On a screen,
Imma quickly get to leaving,
How can I eat when I watch her bleeding?
How can I turn the heat on my heater when I watch her freezing?
So if I hear her scream once more,
Imma hold my breath,
Close my eyes,
And pretend I’m leaving,
Then pray to the Almighty she doesn’t die.
No matter how bad your life seems,
Believe me,
Someone wishes he lived it,
So live your life,
Cause life is for the living,
So live it,
Or you’re better off dead.

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Hatred

What’s in a name?
That which we call a rose by any other name, would still smell as sweet.
When life is like a roller coaster in a maze.
Competition here and there,
When really, all we need is care.
A preconceived idea of what it all meant,
Sisypheanial love for more wealth,
Whereas, all it does is eat away our health.
Bunch of stereotypes all in my head.
Fearing all and what we don’t know.
I don’t know, 
But I just can’t change.
The times we become so numb to what we’re saying.
Ain’t we meant to speak the same language daily?
Nah, it’s an era founded from oppression.
A world rooted in hate, yet we all ignore this,
The same hate that caused wars from religion,
Even gender to skin colour,
Not to talk of ethnicity too.
And then we talk about freedom.
What is really free?
A world where we pay for even our breath,
A free gift of nature to man,
Remember the bill for water?
Its human right for everyone.
Really, who is fooling who?
On Sabbath, I was taught something else,
And when you preach hate, those words ain’t anointed.
And then I sit still and remember eternity.
When else is more comfortable remaining voiceless.
No freedom till we are all equal,
We preach progress with the veil over our eyes
We turn our back on the cause.
Till the day we can be united by love and not by law,
That day, we have changed “US”
Whatever God you believe in, 
The fact remains, we come from the same one.
I’m crying no more,
Cause one day, we’ll all be gone.

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Women

Behold a wonderful being is here
Mind of a lion and heart of saints
Made looking weak but with might so strong
With beauty so serene and exquisite the scene
Created as a guide and companion for men
Created as a creator of other beings
Sacrificing her body and comfort for we
A comforter for the child
And a supporter of man
O' ye mothers of earth
A free gift to even nature itself
Being meek even in moments of stress
What a gift to behold.

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Beauty

I could remember seeing a smile so radiant
With beauty so serene and exquisite the scene 
She ain't righteous but she's quite virtuous 
Manners like that of a saint
Voice so faint
With eyes that paint the flays of beauty
And then i wonder, is this for real?
The message is sent to all men
And their spirits are awakened
But a beauty so perfect with perfection still perfect
Meant for a man to calm her mind 
Graciously flowing with the tide of the wind
What a beauty she is.

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Death

Look around you
See the faces surrounding you
All with different uses and tasks to do
What if it’ll be your last view?
A bitter truth no one reviews
No matter how long we stay, the end will definitely come knocking
A time to really have all the rest you’ll ever need
Being alone with your deeds and virtue
Whether the good or evil
Alone and awaiting judgement
People singing melodious songs
They tell you what doesn't kill you makes you stronger,
Blatant lie, cause what doesn't kill you wasn't meant to kill you.
We wonder and ponder
But at the end, all they do is lauder.
Not knowing death is like thunder
Striking and leaving a donga
Leaving us in confusion
Live life as a traveller, but take only what you’ll need along the way.
Funny how when you die they start listening
A journey worth taking for those who know.
Tell me, are you not willing to go?
For more?
For all the bounties and all the grace
All the sights, smells and the tastes
Will be forgotten without a trace
As if frozen in time and space
When you see his face.
You asked for mercy, that he gave.
Death, the undisputed slave.
We come making everyone happy, then leave making them sad.
Why are we here in the first place, if this is how we gotta go?

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Happily Never After

When we were kids,
The things we did were hidden under the grid.
Young and naïve
We never believe love could be so well hid
But with regret, I’m willing to bet,
And say the older we get,
It gets harder to forgive,
And then harder to forget.
We build our hearts of plastic.
Get cynical and sarcastic,
Becoming lonely and spastic
Then we’d love to feel love, but can’t stand the rejection,
Hiding behind our fears as a form of protection,
Longing for a chase to taste the kiss of affection,
I thought I was close, but under further inspection,
It shows I’m in the wrong direction,
Struggling and running with no detection,
I’d change if it’s not for the seduction.
But then it’ll take a lot of medication,
Just to suppress the intention of the painful detention.
We all need love really, because it’s our way of reception.

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Betrayal

A serpent of the night
A serpent in friendship
Striking with no courtship
Never minding the relationship
The painful thing about betrayal, 
It never comes from the enemy
It feeds on the loved,
Making ‘em worse
Just like a curse
Directly from the cross
It feeds on trust
Created by lust,
We then wonder why it’s lost.
Flounder
The real definition of humans
The ones you love more,
Cause you pains more.
Please don’t tell me you love me,
Cause all you do is stab me,
Never thinking of all you do to me.
A lot of pain, all from one source?
Betrayal.

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Struggles

Struggles, a moment of strife.
Where we fight for life
Forgetting it’s all a lie.
A moment we forget what life really means.
We toil and soil not remembering we’ll leave
And then it becomes too late to live.
Even through our struggles,
We try to stay humble,
Though there are times we’ll stumble,
And then we’re troubled,
Which makes the struggle begin to fumble.
Even in life when we struggle,
We tend to worry,
Which then makes the struggle double.
Family is first they say,
But most times, we go astray,
Trying to get our gains,
Through pain.
We slay that bond of family,
By there being no peace and love, cause it was destroyed by we when pursuing success.
And then we forget life always comes once.

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Eternity

Close your eyes and imagine this
Eternal bliss
Your every wish
At your finger tips
No weak to heal
The virus is wilt
Death is jilt
ETERNITY
There’s more
Imagine the prophets making up your social sphere
You and your Father with ages the same
Imagine showing off your book with no shame
Imagine nights with the tortoise himself telling his tales
Under moonlights, with no mosquito to bite
And there’s more
Jesus and Muhammad (PBUH) 
Being alive
To slice 
Our lies
And make them right
By being the light 
We’d like 
To shine
Making binds
That tie 
The lineage of man
Being brother to all and all are yours
Cause you are from them and they from you
And there’s more
No night of mares
Of dreams that scare
The young adhere 
To all they care
But all they care
Is the praise of the one who gave them more
And still more
Hosanna Hosanna
At the top of our voice 
No vice
To hinder our price 
Of life
Without lies or lice
What an excellent master 
Of a miserable slave
You forgot
And he forgave
He gave you guidance
And you still strayed?
And more and more and more
‘ETERNITY’
A gift misplaced.

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Africa On Then

In the days of agony,
The axe was stronger than the gun,
At that era, men worked with the axe than any other tool,
Days when liturgy was the way of life,
Edge was the name of the drum,
When it sounds,
The message is sent to all men,
And their spirits are awakened,
Egunmu was the name of the dance,
The dance only for the strong,
Caro was the name of the bride,
The unique bride, only for the wise,
Dororima was the spirit of encouragement,
Saying thank you,
And as such, making you want to do more,
Ju was the messenger,
Going all the domestic errands for men.
Those were the days when men were really men.