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Ola Johnson Poem
O POVERTY!
You who paid a courtesy call to that peacefull affluence home
With a diamond portfolio
And at your departure enquiry unveiled it a Pandora's box
That the son turned rebel against the father
And the daughter hearken no more to mother's rebuke
O poverty!
You, who dragged that man of irrationality to the court of nature,
And there in gave him an ignoble defeat.
O poverty!
You apprehended that woman of extravagancy tortured her
And taught her the lesson of frugality
O poverty!
Your fruit is sour, insipid and intoxicating.
The man who live by it for long jeopardizes his span
O poverty!
He who accommodates you accommodates sorrow
He who embraces you beckons doom
O poverty!
You, who vandalize a whole land without a nuclear explosion
And pour water of tears onto that healthy face
Having robed off her hope.
O poverty!
You silenced that wise retched man in the gathering of the intellectual
And gave that rich fool the privilege of giberish.
O poverty!
You, who strikes your victim with a sword of broken heart,
The one who compete a path with you mocks his life
For no offence in calling you one of the sibblings of death.
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piteous is thine case oh constitu!
Thou upholder of the fundermental right of thine land
The sole inspiration of the activists
Who advocate equity in the land's cream and candy
What thine mighty effort still turns offence
At the rapacious pillars of the land
And in collusion hath thou impose an accusation
Accusation of an ailment,
Ailment of the belly
Drag to theatre
Constitu inside the room
Flatly on the bed
Is this the theatre or an abattoir?
But qualities are missing!
Where is the lancet?Where is iodine?Where is spirit?
Oh all are not!
IS this a surgical operation or brutish slaughter?
Why must knife?Why must cutlas?Why must dagger?
Nerves are maimed!Muscle mltilated!Strenght is off!
Activist in mute!Equity is gone!Candy in danger!
Cream in peril! Land dwellers in pain!Pillars are fat!
Oh constitu!Could you please recover,
And becomes your real name----Constitution?
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It's quite good that one looks before one leaps
My darlin Lovelin,
What unfortunate this great trip have kept me,
Long away from you.
In our land i could remember that day vividly,
When in faraway we both sniffed the sweet aroma
Of the great island
Lovelin only if you may believe,
Then I will tell you our thought wasn't quite right
Yes, in this Island I have seen the prince and princes
Working strictly like the savanna slaves
Lovelin only if you may believe, your noble husband
Have becomes a factotum cleaner here,
Taking care of the faeces of those ones
Not worthy lifting his mace in his father's kingdom
Lovelin,now my greatest bane is how to reunite with you
Yes,dead sicked has been my pocket for long
I mean right from the day my feet were offed our sea shore
No saving and nothing at all to be made a man
What i toil per day goes down my belly per day
No penny in hand to sponsor my returning
Lovelin but i have gained something if I should only tell the truth
Yes it's a great lesson about life
I have know that not all that smell sweet
Is good for the soul
This Island is a little paradise good for the,
Sons and dauther of the soil
Lovelin indeed no place is like home
Please tell them,tell them well,I mean
Those ones holding the political power to repair our land
Tell the orthodox leaders to disallow the fat,
Tithe and offering pressing down their tongus
From preaching the truth
Tell again to our people to cease obtaining bribe
Through which the wrong ones are vote for
Lovelin,there is different between a ripen fruit
And the rotten ones, tell them better
The future of the land shoulden't rotten away
Lovelin I am crying over my missing love for you
The ugly circumstances has prevented me from you
As the Jericho wall to the worriors of Isreal
That this wall might fall I pray
Our land must be repaired, please tell them
I mean the leaders.
This is a job you must do greatly
If my love borne still in you my darling Lovelin
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O comrades,
Is life a place of learning realy?
Yes I have known but not so long
O comrade,
I have just learn greatly,
That not all the prisoner of life
Is in the custody of the state laws
O comrade,
Have you opened eyes wide and see,
Them wondering in vain on earth's surface?
O comrade,
Do not be scared Lucilina was among
A great prisoner of iniquity I say
In his earliest, running keenly after the fun of life
And on the way becomes the king of gay
He would see the feminine images and make a spite
O comrade,
Lucilina has caused someone sorrow
Indeed, he has hurt this little damsel,Angelina.
Lonely,she sit by the river bank with her endless cry
In marriage she has suffered much failure
No real man by which to make an husband
The one she was predestiny to in creation,
has becomes the king of gay
O comrade,
When shall Lucilina gain his freedom
And seek his real wife, Angelina?
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O comrades,
Is life a place of learning really?
Yes I have known but not so long
O comrades,
I have just learn greatly,
That not all the prisoner of life
Is in the custody of the state laws
O comrades,
Have you opened eyes wide and see,
Them wondering in vain on earth's surface?
O comrades,
Do not be scared Lucilina was among
A great prisoner of iniquity I say
In his earliest, running keenly after the fun of life
And on the way becomes the king of gay
He would see the feminine images and make a spite
O comrades,
Lucilina has caused someone sorrow
Indeed, he has hurt this little damsel,Angelina.
Lonely,she sit by the river bank with her endless cry
In marriage she has suffered much failure
No real man by which to make an husband
The one she was predestiny to in creation,
has become the king of gay
O comrades,
When shall Lucilina gain his freedom
And seek his real wife, Angelina?
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