The African Women (For T-Y Bello)
Each time I think
of the African woman,
I search for your pix
In the chip of my memory.
The African woman,
Her eyes radiant like
a young lover
so blazing a pupil
planted among white surrounds
The African women
is blessed with a soft smile
her dentations are like the
vertical bars of a police sergeant - major
The African woman,
her touch break barriers
the smell of her hair is like
the aroma of frankincense.
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Songs Of Matthias (Lullaby For Children)
♫ Dance x 4, sing x 4
flash the smiles
while you can
childhood is a diamond
in our hands.
1. ♫ Little Danny loves
It rock.
Dance, Dance and swing around
Smiles and make a childish
Glee.
Childhood is a treasure
In his hands
REPEAT CHORUS
♫
2. ♫Sweetie Ann loves
It cool,
Let's humn then lullaby
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Night Of Horror
Night draw closer
like plague,
leaving me in wonderland
for I know not where I belong.
Night‘re for victorious
Night‘re for victim.
The victim is the man;
the victory is for the witches
every night they haunt
my armedless soul. (I dread to night)
Every night‘re nightmares,
They slain my dream
and murder became the
fate of my sleep
Every night they claim
my peace;
the peace that goes with nightfall
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Bab (because Am Black)
Hatred is a tree
whose fruits;
segregation & racism like
canker worm has rotten
the human society.
being black in some
quarters is equated to
failure,
In America
its Nigger Boy or John
a Russian calls you
orange and Banana peels;
whatever that means
Italian don't believe a
black man is better than
a monkey.
And so my mental sky
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A SELFLESS SERVICE TO AN UNGRATEFUL NATION (Narrative Poem)
One sunny day,
while on Rapid respond Squad
Patrol along Oshodi / Apapa
Expressway we had a
distress call that men of
the underworld are having
a field day at matori
we made a you turn
at Toyota and head
for Matori.
On approaching Ladipo Market,
we at the back of
the patrol van:
a ford Ranger, disabuse
and continue with bounce by bounce
movement toward our location
we had barely pass
the second warehouse
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