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Ugly Praise

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.

Copyright © Ola Johnson | Year Posted 2007



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The Accusation

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?

Copyright © Ola Johnson | Year Posted 2007

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My Letter To Lovelin

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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The Prisoner

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?

Copyright © Ola Johnson | Year Posted 2007

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The Prisoner

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?

Copyright © Ola Johnson | Year Posted 2007




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