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Abosede Ogundare Poem
You see us everywhere you go
Every corner of your street house our offspring
Every bridge in your city has become our refugee camp
We are the people you call peasant
We are the peasants with pleasant rags
You see us at the entrance of your estates
You see us at the gate of your beautiful companies
In search of what our mouth will feed on next
We are the peasants with pleasant rags
Our gradually fading skin
Now a sweet companion to the midnight moon and afternoon sun
We are the ones without homes
We are the peasants with pleasant rags
When bridges become forbidden by the law
We opt for uncompleted buildings
A few of us get lucky when it rains
And shield themselves under cars
We are the peasants with pleasant rags
We are the ones that beg for the remnant from your table
We are the ones life has just not been fair to
We are the peasants with pleasant rags
We are the ones that get poorer while you get richer
We are the ones that scramble for the leftover at your feast
We are the ones that fight for your used clothes
We are the peasants with pleasant rags
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I can hear them from here
Their wails and cries
I can see their tears from here
They are the babies I wasn't bold enough to birth
Babies my stomach wasn't strong to carry
Babies I killed before they saw the light of the world
They were sleeping peacefully inside me
Growing graciously within me
Until I took the pills
And first it was their head
I felt as it dissolved into blood
Each moment of pain
I could hear them asking me
Why Mama?
Why not give us a chance to be the best God wants us to be?
I felt them fighting terribly for life inside me
All I could do was to hold my stomach
As I rounded into a ball in the corner of my sorrow
Then slowly I felt life slip out of them
And slowly the fighting ceased in a loud silence
As I looked down, I felt between my thighs, a fluid
But it wasn't blood, but the dreams and Ambitions my babies could have had
All streaming down my thighs
'My MA and PA will scold me'
' I don't want shame all over me ' I begged
Then like angels without wings, I saw them! All in white
They were two beautiful boys ...
Boys I could have given the best I never had
'I'm sorry ' I uttered
Then slowly they turned their backs and left
And written on the path they stood was
YOU KILLED US.
(This is to children who were too perfect for the world to see)
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Abosede Ogundare Poem
We have toiled for long
Our forefathers have trend the path
And made their mark
And the rest is history
We have had our share of sorrows
We have had our share of victories
Battles we won, battles we lost
But amidst all these
All we see ahead is our bright future
Although our dreams may be over shadowed by
the wars we are still battling within
Our hopes may be limping by indecisions
Our stability may be wavering
But we aren't giving up!
And definitely, we aren't bowing out!
Truly, Nigeria has had her own share of war
We aren't retreating!
And we surely aren't going to surrender!
And with every painful but purposeful step
We are claiming our position back
as the giant of Africa!
Nigeria is beautiful
and her people, her glory
Maybe slowly, but definitely, God will heal our land
GOD BLESS NIGERIA
GOD BLESS AFRICA
GOD BLESS THE WORLD.
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Abosede Ogundare Poem
I sit every morning
Your voice an ointment on my soul
Even every night, I hear your sweet voice,
Serenading me into reverie
That branch, an inch from my window
you've made your home
From my room, i can see your beauty,
the fineness of your colour,
the distinctive length of your beak
In total admiration, i tried to reach out to you
But you flew!
I hear your song every morning,
when getting out of bed seem tedious
You sing encouragement into me
Even at night when i feel lonely,
you sing wonderful lullabies to me
Here is a letter to you
Just to say
Thank You!
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At times when a storm rage
and the wind blows like the world will end
and the trees bows and tall ones bend
...still i will hold it so close to my heart
Oh! it's my black bible
At times when war wage
and my soul it seem it will carry
friends and family seem to have gone on a voyage
...still i will hold it close to my heart
less I tarry
Oh! it's my black bible
From it I read myself back to hope
when I seem to be going down the slope
Oh! it's my black bible.
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Abosede Ogundare Poem
Now it all seem blank
and words refuse to flow from this pen
wisdom to think, i even lack
even greatness at times i doubt, and i ask when?
often unconsciously, i sit in this plank
looking back and forth, now and then
And it all started after that sickness,when i started going blank
and some memories i have to keep with a book and a pen
All i see is black! black!! black!!!
Who would get me my inspiration back?
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Stomach, rounded like an inflated balloon
With jerking pain that strikes harmoniously
Pangs of pain round the waist
Orbiting the midriff
Round and round like the sun moves round the earth
The pain signaling the arrival of a new soul
The pain signaling the approach of a new dawn
Like a new flower sprouting from it's bud
So does the little being springs out from her
Amidst sweet tears and sweat
Amidst long hard push
And with each gleeful push
Comes your emergence
The pang of pain
That transforms a woman to a mother
The herald of motherhood
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When we were little, future was what we had
growing up, they turned into dreams
flourishing inside of us were them all
The strength to build these dreams before us, we all have
you, DEAR UNCLE, had that strength
but the storm of life blew too hard
the war wagged so fierce
You DEAR UNCLE, a strong man, a gentle fellow and an angel to everyone
maybe those dreams you had weren't fully fulfilled
hope you will fulfill them in the life to come
Sleep on DEAR ONE...
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I long to live in a free world
a world free of hatred and melancholy
a world where one is not conscious of the next person because he might be out to hurt him
I long to live in a world where my innocence
will not be taken for granted
A world where my politeness will not be taken for stupidity
Is that world truly possible?
A world where blood will not be shed
Where dreams will not be distorted
where lives will not be taken with uttermost brutality
Is that world possible?
Will i be able to leave my doors unlocked
will i stop worrying for fear of unknown
Is it that world truly possible?
I want to live for now
And hope for tomorrow
I want a world of peace
A world so loving like paradise
A Blood free world...A world of love
Is that world possible?
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Abosede Ogundare Poem
Wet dry daffodils
Deeply rooted in water
Sunken by full drought
(This is my first attempt at Haiku, I hope you like it)
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