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Best Poems Written by Olorunleke Olorode

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Deep

On this road of life
When being glow in thought.
Deep.
Breath in breath

That all is gone without fault.
Deep.
Deeper is life that we all go down the hell
In ignorance of the war against us.

Despite our activist in religious sects.
That we in most essence
Stand prey of the end time priests.
Not even of special life

As we merry also 
In this way our leaders are grooming us.
Hate speech and freedom of speech.
Are the Goliaths dominant in our nation.

Deep.
Deeper do we go in all things
Even when tables are shaken
To unveiled the hidden in all holiness.

Oh saviour!
Help us out lest we go down the deep innocently.


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Anarchy

The battle line is drawn.
Beyond the mystery of your power, 
You've laid us down.
In your bid to get in here you promised to build a tower.

On your shoulder do we rest
Till you daily lay us to rest.
We will end the insurgence in few months
While same seems not ending after four years.

Revolution now is seen as threat
While with your mouth it's declared.
The fight against corruption
In your bid is an illusion.

As this is done in meritorious deceits.
Tell me not to raise any alarm.
How dare you say that? 
As anarchy iseminent to your act.

In deep thought, the murder of the rule of law
Is announce in your filthy hands
As you desecrate the temple of justice
In bid to be above the law

Where is our hope? 
Where are we to go from here? 
No food on the table
As all had been inflated.
The minimum wage has no date of implementation

And you've come to fight corruption.
Are you not? 
Hear me great Divine
As my petition is made from a wounded heart.
Forgive and let this cup pass us by
As in the time of general Abasha

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My Plight

My plight 
Daily I cry for no reason to purge my heart,
In the depth of wealth that my soul wailed.
Most in thoughts reason for the lost of my bread,
The significance of omotoyikogbon with a fulfilled heart.

No day went by that my face is not frown,
The course of which is well known.
The evil in human nature,
One which our hearts daily nurture.

Yet all undercover with the religious rites,
That our laws are bend to  suit the majority sects.
Ah where is the fate of the minority?
Here it is laid in the grave of purity.

Even pagans are more worthy than them,
Than what they tend to claim.
Dear great lord when are you coming back?
Come so soon for our breath is deep in the dark.

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Ibadan

Raise your voice aloud 
And echo that which taints your heart
The days of the chain are laid to rest 
And the closed eyes are made opened


In your order, our light is made to shine
With the scales and sword in your hands, 
Our hope is laid
Not as one daily appraise in our land
But one whose purity is not 
Dented for a porridge's spoon


Ibadan
Hmmm, eba odan
The edge of a meadow
Wake, I am saying wake

Your purity is tainted in silence
And your voice which is 
The essence of your being is laid to rest
The scales and sword are made to bend
That your foes are glorified benefactors

Ibadan
Your worth has been known for ages
It's not surprising that 
Your bravery is second to none
Haven't been a place of refuge for warriors

To know the legal practice is to dwell in you
A citadel of great intelligence
Ibadan mesi ogo
Nile oluyole
Nibiti ole ti n gbejare olohun

Alas
Cast your heart off this
As your call is core 
In making the groan leap for joy
Trust your memory fails you not 

That is your birth the Premier Bar & Uni,
First  AG fed, first and second female SAN
Justices of the apex courts 
No measures were made

Wake oh wake 
The edge of a meadow
Take up your scales, sword and be blind
To that which makes us groan

As the labour of fathers cannot be in vain
Raise your voice so high and be firm
Our nation is mourning your silence

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Alooter

Solidarity is forever
Solidarity is forever
Solidarity is forever
We shall always fight for our right

What a great chorus they always sing! 
Yet in their hearts
Their belly they tend to save
Not for those they guise to help

If not, Aluta wouldn't have been to 'pot' the belly
While we all praise them for the work being done
Hoping to have a turn around for the best
But our trust they laid in the mud

Our hope for a great leadership
Is daily calved In our greed
They know this at every close of a tenure

And in need to continue
They come in their solidarity to tell us yet another lies
And bless our gluttons
In repetition of one agenda in different tones

Who have we offended
And is not ready to forgive? 
In case you know the person, beckon
That we may atone forthe wrongs and be set free

This in no way has gone deep
That our youths are not different
Threats and killing all the way
Even to lead the SUG or faculty

What hope do we have
If the youths are not different from them? 
Righteous leadership is not in their watch
But looting is their focus

Even the so called Activists are worse more than an infidel

How awesome is the end of the greedy? 
They fade away like fat
While their memories have no value
Remember the Nigerian leaders

How awesome is the end of the selfless
They never fade away
As their memories cut across generations
Hope you remember Abraham.

Aluta continua
Victoria ascerta!

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Agile Bone

Agile bone

Come over oh little in skin but giant in heart
As I make a Clarion call on that which tint the ear
Your great work is made manifest in all ages
As none can outturn that which is laid in your strength

The glory of the young lies in their strength

A true tale from ages
This the ego of the foes do lay
As nothing could come out of their Jerusalem for their joy embrace
When being weak and lame to do that which is in turn.

Sweet odes are made making you dwell in everlasting dream
You're the future of tomorrow
While their prodigals are enthroned to take their stead
Hope your itching ear is not turned to my words?
And your mind is not craft in hate of them

Life is worth to live as no birth is made to waste
Have you been to the prophet for the next phase?
Let not your reply be no
As those in default are in celebration of gnashing

Indepth joy should be the basis of survival
When it's lost, switch to one that craves for it
Survival is not in essence the genesis to be enslaved
Not as the landmark being made by the political I.T.T. 

Alas 

My back is aching as that in labour
Not that in birth but of that which affects the agile
Masturbation, drugs abuse, sexual harassment, indecency, cultism, thuggery, cyber crime
And all which stand against natural Justice, equity and good conscience

Know the Lord in the days of your youth
It's not an admonission but an order
Put away that which kills the time
As tick tock says the clock
And invest in all that last for life eternal
Nation building, inventories, research, humanitarianism
With these your name is gold
Not as the slave masters at our ealm of affairs.

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Aisle

In a glamour looks she made her way through the aisle.
Making the feet to dazzle the soil for the joy that lays in her heart.
Like the Angel she appeared to meet the bridegroom,
Wearing a purified white of Mary.

Who is this like star appearing?
That all were made to recall his second coming.
Could this be true that nothing is laid in her purity?
Haven't lost the joy of motherhood to being a slay mama.

Nipples have been made slack in the joy of social vibes.
Yet her way was found in to make a blissful vow.
Can the creator be fooled?
Marriage honourable in all bed undefiled.

Can this be done in a recent time?
Yes it can, less we continue to dwell in deceit,
And our glory be made waste in hell,
That at last our body will not be made to walk through the aisle
While under the everlasting condemnation.

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Independence Slavery

Sail from afar of my journey made.
What could be the sound my ear do hear?
This seems to be that of a glorious celebration,
Which needs no ear to be put on the wall.


Ogiri leti.
The wonderful work of men in women at the village square.
When asked of what celebration it could be.
The Independence and new birth of our nation.


In purity of joy my heart celebrates the celebration from this long term slavery.
Not knowing that it's starting of the yoke to be place on us,
The foundation which was laid in 1914.
While now at close sixty still a crawling lad.


Despite the cry for this change and that change.
Hmmmmm...
When the foundation is destroyed, what can the righteous do?
Now we're amuse by fulanization of us which has been brought by RUGA.


Why the cry is coming now when our silence is grace by the Independence slavery.
Equity doesn't help the indolence but the Swift.
War here and there is said to be the eminent solution.
How dare you note that?


Trust that you've met with the victims of the Biafra war,
Your testimony would have changed.
Ibere ogun lanri kosenitoleri eyin re.
Dear great Divine kindly arise to our rescue for kwanshoko has overridden the belly.

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My Joy

Gently she stopped to enter a cab towards her destination, 
And out of consciousness my heart glued to her good looking face. 
In a soft voice I greeted her and in the same way she replied with no need for explanation, 
This created talks between us with the expectation of graduating to the new phase. 

Her beauty is more to be compare to the city of Texas, 
Wisdom is her nature and understanding is her being. 
To talk of her shape is like turning a wow to a daily song that has been. 
Yet that never get beyond her skull to be a vashty, 

Humility is her name but when you dare step her toes death is your reward. 
Her reward of death is not as our herdsmen and of our government, 
For the words that comes from her mouth is enough for suicide mission. 
Hear my daily cries that come from a righteous heart, 

To make your heart to accept me for an everlasting bliss. 
Judge me not with my act or dressing for these I amended but end in vain, 
Rather let your judgement be in the truthfulness of my heart. 
Hear my prayers rear gem for days count on me daily, 

And for my joy to have no end and in this I give you my love.

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Spiritual Journey

On the surface shore lay her head
As a person gone in a trance
To get messages to us from our God.
The revelation of which we need not to trace.

In cause of which the cerebrum is gone from the reality of life,
This our law known as being of unsound mind.
Things done are to reveal the past and the future.
The substance of our heart told us she has gone a million miles between death and life,

Through this nature express his mind to the creature.
Days of feeding we dare not fathom,
As pipe goes below the earth for spiritual feeding,
While our minds puzzle on the reality of the ascension to the spiritual journey.

Could there be any reality on the ascension to the spiritual journey?
This our faculty can't tell except we are made spiritual being.
The trust of her messages have been laid in doubt,
Cos olugbohun,ajagbohun and putting on the dog eyes give the might.

Not even can we argue her ascension with a natural mind.
Despite this there are many whose reality of ascension can't be question.
Remembrance of the teaching of the Messiah hits my heart
That leave them to grow together and at the harvest time there will be separation.

©Olorode Olorunleke Samuel.