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Oluwatobi Israel Akinbode Poem
In ages past we sent letters to Freedom
With tattered inks on our dirty page,
The letters returned with beaming smiles,
Raising up flowers through our dried stem.
Back then, we warred against Principalities,
Now we war against ourselves on same shelve;
Siblings against siblings in African-made rings,
Drinking blood from the burnt through our local fire.
Look, we now have pirated Blacks within our walls,
Scary to our children, marrying our wives.
We throw stones on each other's doors,
Pointing black fingers to a black skin.
Let's rise on our feet not for a feast,
Let's weave colors to make our rainbow,
Let's beat not drums made from human skin,
Let's rise and display our heights.
Let the lamp of Love dance upon the pyramids of Egypt,
Revealing Mountain Kilimanjaro in Tanzania,
Through the rock of Olumo in Nigeria,
Warming the greenness of South Africa's Canyon.
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Africa unite!
Copyright © Oluwatobi Israel Akinbode | Year Posted 2016
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Oluwatobi Israel Akinbode Poem
Deep down this tricky thick forest,
Every tree with fearful leaves,
Teaching fruits how to taste bitter,
Eager I am to quench all.
Roaming bees in search of skins,
Muting Joy, playing pains,
In it will I sleep and snore,
Not now will I give up.
Am determined to bind my mind
Tossed to and fro by life's swing,
Intoxicating fear,
Overcoming all.
Never! Never will I give up.
Copyright © Oluwatobi Israel Akinbode | Year Posted 2016
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Oluwatobi Israel Akinbode Poem
Downward leads to a stream,
Happy pitchers on dry heads,
Poking thirsty cheeks to smile,
Every down leads well.
A seed's funeral,
Killed by a so(u)n,
Brings leaves- fresh harvest,
Every down leads well.
Now he runs,
To walk, he once fell,
Again and again,
Every down leads well.
A thrown lemon;
To your thirsty face,
From it make a lemonade,
Kill that thirst.
Again and again,
Every down leads well,
No matter what,
Never cease to try.
Copyright © Oluwatobi Israel Akinbode | Year Posted 2016
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Oluwatobi Israel Akinbode Poem
Her back:
A land so plain,
Divided by a bridge,
The bridge leads to mountains,
Mountains to a valley,
The valley has a river,
Don't swim,
Don't trace,
You can be lost or
You may return 'un-full-filled'.
Copyright © Oluwatobi Israel Akinbode | Year Posted 2016
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Oluwatobi Israel Akinbode Poem
Dancers clouded in white,
Tiny waist powdered with beads,
Sky's stage in view,
Heaven hosted them.
Angels drummed with lively hands,
Serving chilled sounds,
Dancers danced...slipped,
They fell off the stage.
Angel Gabriel walked back home from Mary's,
Saw white dancers falling merrily,
Catching their cart,
He loosed on high scores.
Falling white dancers,
Foreign dancers,
They weren't maidens,
They were snows.
Dancing snows,
Falling from sky's stage,
Lightly with cold lyrics,
Miming 'Joy to the world'.
Their fall intentional,
During Christmas alone,
Just to see baby Jesus.
Copyright © Oluwatobi Israel Akinbode | Year Posted 2016
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