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Kayode Akindele Poem
Who else knows what the soul is doing?
she fools the body to its lasting ruin
without her, body not a whole
all of these we call a soul?
She never dies but keeps reincarnating
and keeps the body in deep contemplating
she killed the body, and she wouldn't die
oh what a thousand years, if she be tie.
How a soul, a necessary evil
thou hath commitment, but never in full
because you suffer and relish with the body
but when you leave, who can study?
To body, you're the one it be trust
but with dagger, in its heart you thrust
how uneasy it is to know her range
when body wrinkles, she wants a change.
In one body today, another tomorrow
how you left and put body in sorrow
in your absence, presents cry and wail
fast you go in a speed of rail
She hath a heart of immortality
and to body, mortality
shame on body that live today and die tomorrow
so unto new body, the soul could borrow
Her journey in the body a thankless one
when battling the body, she always won
how you left one, unfortunate
and possess another, a fortunate
When she leaves, the body decay and rust
how shameful that it forever turned into dust
how blissful will it be that both be dead in unity
but she betrays the body and remain till eternity.
Copyright © Kayode Akindele | Year Posted 2017
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Kayode Akindele Poem
Now it's so hard to find
and daily fading behind
gone are the days of truth
the universe reject her fruit
The rich openly detest her taste
how speedily they forget in haste
that the world on truth it built
and her treasure, lie cannot loot
The truth patiently plants her seed
looking for the chosen few to feed
and how uneasy it is to see
that her gain is vaster than the sea
Some hundred years a lie could reign
running afar in a speed of rail
but for the truth, a day it takes
to meets with lie and overtake
The truth can happily live in boredom
as long in our mind it preaches freedom
she walks her way beyond rejection
and in meantime attracts affection.
Copyright © Kayode Akindele | Year Posted 2017
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