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Afolayan Samuel Poem
Blank faces all around
People posed smiles before but it’s no more around
Everything I hear are just wicked laughs
Sinister laughs when brothers stabbing one another in the back
And sisters run around till they get laid on their backs
We say it’s cool, is that how we started from the scratch?
Land of the living? It’s more walking dead all around
Reverse is the mind and we all follow so
We don’t know who to blame and we all follow slow
We’re all in the field but we're not racing flow
It's now more about the money than the lives of our folks
We loved one another but it all turned cold
Jewish priests and parishes teach us not to take laws in our hands
The synagogue is dead and looters are worshipped in all our shrines
But what we gon do when the law be the one driving us mad
Thought it should be the one leading us in places where we should stand
Many gone too soon caused by the leading mad
Only if we get up and start to lead the charge
No one wanna die, no one wanna sacrifice
This ain’t no rhyme, this is breaking off the line
They say we're running out of time but nowadays time developed wings and started to fly
And numbers do not lie? Is that a six or a nine?
That’s how we’re looking, that’s how myopic our lives lies
I’m just hoping one day we'll all learn what it means to stand the test of time
Copyright © Afolayan Samuel | Year Posted 2017
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Afolayan Samuel Poem
Oh!behold the invisible hand as it creeps quietly into every soul
And leaves a trademark of noise and silence
An echo of wail that quivers into every bone marrow
A tale of fear that has been long foretold
Those that told the tale never witnessed its fold
And so all of us would likewise end untold
Strong hands that have paved the way for fresh blood
And has dried away old folks
Like a thief in the night he comes in his old robe
Alone he rides bringing no one along except his own soul
He his happy to see his friend SOUL
Smiles at him but SOUL’S bright face turns cold
He then walks him through a boulevard of darkness till he reaches his abode
Sent by the Lord of the Heavens and the Lords of the Earth
Such faithful servant as him has never been yet
Brave as the lion and but the lion saw him and it's heart melt
An old man painted in black but made from light
His presence welcomes emptiness and peaceful flight
A succor to everyone , what a painful delight
Oh Lord!, Oh Lord!
His works we pray you do stop
His power we pray you do mock
Men use him against men
Gods use him among men
And yet he is still avoided
The master of dark arts taking hearts,I beseech your kindness unto me
May you go far and never come again
Let me please my head in peace
And be long gone till I rest in peace
Copyright © Afolayan Samuel | Year Posted 2017
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