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Jamiu Adegboyega Poem
Freedom
We are off the chain,
But we let up the rein.
Endurance flows through our veins,
But we still live in pain and disdain.
We have much,
We gain less.
We hold the torch,
But wriggle in darkness.
Our hands are dry,
And we never stop to try.
Instead of wealth and good health,
All we have is to lick our sweat.
We strive like lions,
And die like ants.
We grow to millions,
Yet we feed on remnants.
We sing songs of freedom,
But we march up to our martyrdom.
Hope we find our saviour,
That will relieve us of these rigours.
Who will free us from the grips of our shadows,
And the thoughts of ours that are shallow.
Everyone wants peace,
And tired of seeing people dying in pieces.
We want pain of life at its bearable minimum,
Not catastrophes and pandemonium.
It is always an easy thought,
To be a leader and be seen as paramount.
But this is all we get,
This is what our being loyal amounts.
Our leaders are whips,
Taking tears from the eyes and cries from the lips.
This is an awesome bitter chronicle,
An ant devours lions,
Elephants are helpless.
This is a song of sorrow,
Only the dead cannot sing.
Our hearts pine for justice,
But our minds betray us.
We are captives of our thoughts,
Our fights are ironies.
We only want the pains to go,
We are used to our nightmares.
We enjoy our sour milk,
We manage our dry breads.
They render us shackles,
We concur with wide grin,
Because we know we will still see another day.
The mistake we all made,
We were deceived by small ropes,
Tied around our legs.
We grow up with it,
But still think we can't be free.
Boom is our hope,
Evaporating into the thin air.
Cries of innocents puddle my mind,
I wish the world does not grow old,
I wish we never discover oil,
I wish we never had the freedom from the whites.
We grow in figure,
But wallow in rigours.
We pay it with our own coin.
Nowhere to run to,
The waves blocked us up,
We are in the dark side of the world,
Where law is impotent.
I miss the time we were happy,
I miss the time the country was young.
I miss the pride of our flag,
I miss the moments there were peace,
When people meet with flashing teeth.
I miss the beauty of our culture.
We are totally lost,
We don't know where we are,
Or where is it we are going.
I love my country,
God bless Nigeria.
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Once upon a time,
When peace was at its prime.
The moon was always the light in the night,
Seeing flashing of teeth under the moonlight.
Songs from the heart rented the air,
Because it was an honor to bear.
When the stars wriggled in happiness,
Filled with mirth for everything far below.
People’s heart filled with kindness,
And righteousness flowed through their veins and bone marrows.
The sun did glow with brilliant shine,
Despite the little, we did dine.
With beautiful smiles,
We lived our lives.
Everything was groovy,
But left us in a jiffy.
The wind hummed so mild,
Because we could have our belly filled.
Every living creature could cope,
Giving every souls intermittent hope.
Birds soared with joyful heart,
Because peace and them were never apart.
They were contented with their little grains,
Glad for their thatched nest.
Concord did sovereign,
With sweet songs echoing through the forest.
Even mountains could testify with the morning fog,
As we hike through the bush dripping of water.
We really relished the smog,
On a morning pursuit to get water.
People danced without fear,
Because everywhere was really clear,
With the rain and sunshine so mild to bear.
We had little but did share,
No matter what you were,
You could always get care.
Because love clouded our fear,
We could always get there.
Even the seas share in our pains,
Our hope fades away in front of us.
Too swift for us to know,
We are being bereaved of our peace.
Animals wail in agony,
We are as feeble as a church mouse.
How can the fallen hero rise again?
How can we give our miseries a bargain?
This is a question every one could answer,
But our sword of justice is blunt,
It can’t even cut through the air.
We carry corruption in palanquin,
We treat injustice like a queen.
The fools are cocksure,
And the wise are filled up with doubt.
It is really an eyesore,
We carry it all about.
Our rant is scarier than our bite,
We want everything to be right but not ready to fight.
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She's a snake living under the leaves,
That bites bitter and breathes brutal.
With mesmerizing beauty that pleases the eyes,
But characters that baffles the mind.
Don't listen to her sweet jokes,
Because they can choke you in million ways.
If you need a hand to help you out,
Beware a pen is mightier that sword.
Don't be too eager to seek her help,
She might bring you to your doom in white and black.
Her gaity poise, her killing tools.
Her spoken words, a dangerous end.
As cunning as tortoise,
As dangerous as venom.
She's an ant, causing the demise of elephants.
She makes the rules that affect the little,
She breaks them all.
But against her, the sword of justice turns blunt.
She has the veil of greediness,
Clothed in corruption.
Her breath is confusion,
But with her presence, there is always a change.
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It is everywhere around me,
No one to share with but me.
It is too lonely to know.
But it is a great life to live.
Listening to the humming of the flies,
The squeak of the mouse.
Walking down the wood under the shade,
Relieved from the scorching sun.
Everywhere as silent as the cemetery.
You could hear the diving of the falling leaves,
The rustling of the withered flowers.
Nothing fills the head,
As you watch the sun lost into the horizon.
But the humming of the cool breeze.
Watching the stars,
As they shimmer with beautiful glows.
Elevating your spirit,
As you gallivant down the aisle.
Followed by grins of the sun,
Telling me it is a new day.
Everything tends to pose questions,
To which the answers are unclear.
I prefer the corridor,
Where I talk to my shadow,
And interact with my poem book.
The best friend I share things with.
The walk was lonely,
And has always been alone.
Watching the strength of the eagle,
Unimaginable courage to soar through the storm.
It is just a long walk to freedom,
The bravest walk ever.
Curiosity is the ambience,
Melancholy is the covering cloud.
Inspirations quench the thirst,
Self-esteem is the driving force.
Everything altogether,
Speaks about who I used to be,
And who I grew up to be.
Many trials of solving life puzzles,
But pieces were missing.
It was a changed story,
When the ice of love melt into my heart,
And entered a boat called friendship.
When all I ever wanted was to leave my world;
My beloved abode;
Where the ambience is austere,
And the strength is lone walk.
Many destinies have intertwined.
As they adorned my world with so much mirth.
Many lessons were learned,
Many ideas were forgotten,
Demise of days have been met,
Many years have gone missing,
In the fog of time.
Sorrow sank into oblivion,
And thousands of words were never spoken.
“Don’t hold on to me”, says my past.
The ball is in my court,
Knowing how feeble my passion is.
I have to choose which part of the story I have to hold on to,
Which of my chronicles should the world know?
How am I going to live the moment?
What story should people write about me?
Life is like a see-saw,
One time you will be up,
The other the reverse.
But I could talk about my past,
Because I see my purpose of breathing,
As my date of seeing tomorrow expires.
If in a thousand world,
Or in ten thousand lifetimes,
I would love to live that great life again,
A life of solitude.
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The wind of time wobbled me,
My heart quivered in fear.
My tree has lost its roots,
My flowers of hope withered,
And got rustled by wind.
My passion was becoming faint,
And my mind in total turmoil.
I looked towards the horizon,
Hoped things will be in form.
The sun set,
Showing me there is still hope,
Because I had my breath,
And I would borrow another day.
Life made me lackadaisical,
And my life is now comical.
I may keep falling through life,
But my emblem is to strive to survive.
Life gave me a pen to write,
And gave me sour bread to bite.
I want to be a light,
To lead people aright.
My way is a track to a treasure land,
But decorated with thorns,
Floored boisterously,
But held my feet to the ground.
I lost my sense of humor,
Being jolted by every pebbles.
I had to crawl,
Even though my kneels ached.
I can't give up now,
Because it cost me so much to get here.
I may not have everything,
But I’m content with the life I lived and live.
Everything smiles at me,
Because they never saw it coming.
To them I’m a rookie,
But in my own world I’m an adept.
I ceased to bargain my freedom from fear,
I held the bull by the horns,
I fought my way out.
I was beaten down so many times.
I was a rolling stone,
I gathered no moss.
Such is life,
It is a one chance opportunity,
It is either I leave it or face it.
It took me time to lace my shoes,
But now I could go steadily without fear,
Making prints on the sand of time.
Failure is never the end,
It is just a detour to take a better route,
Because there are always crossroads.
I look pathetic but energetic,
Pale but ready to sail.
Day by day I grow,
I never forget to move closer to my goals.
A reminder to show how far I’ve been towed.
I didn’t mean to let up the rein,
It was just a journey I couldn’t make any bargain.
I was slave to my own false thoughts,
But tried to leave some dots.
To connect when I triumph.
It is the story of my life,
The chronicle of how I survived.
I chose to keep the scabbard,
Hoping someday I would have the sword,
I’m concerned about the safety of the holster,
Because I shall continue to fight,
To have the gun in my control.
I do wet my withered rose,
It is not an option.
But the destiny that I chose.
Because my fallen rose will rise again.
I live my life like a tree,
Whenever I fall,
I don’t give up,
Because I believe my seed shall grow again.
I’m not climbing up so the world can see me,
I climb so that I can see the world.
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