Salam holds a glittering sword in his right And a well sharpened matchete in his left He cries for war in the nooks of every crannies Roaring on our streets...
. Tell Are-Ona-Kakanfo that Balogun, the man of war is back from war. . Balogun, the son of seven thunders in the days of seven wonders kills the war and...
empty gourds of palmwine clanging at the palace gates though I have not seen a drunk King Akogun! We have lost the battle again where are the men of war?...
(Of a seven-year-old boy allegedly burnt to death by angry mob in Lagos-Nigeria in November, 2016; for allegedly stealing 'Garri'... Of Homosexuality, Of Poverty, Of Recession, Of Corruption) Heavy feet...
i. We are all children of death, born at the cemetry of doubts and hopeless future that exists in the bald hearts of photo-copied pictures and dreams that soared away...
and in those days appeared some white robed angels to shepherds as they their sheep watch be not afraid, good tidings we bring for you and all men, rejoice. at...
quience (this is still not the longest poem) i . this silence is a symphony of death. we dance to pledge allegiance to its sung dirge of a frustrated future...
(For the extinct human group: Tasmania Aborigenes) I heard the geckos sing - a fairy tale As they traverse the walls of forgotten memories: Love has forgotten you, O Tasmania...
Writers don't die, they live eternal Poets too are prophets, whose words are hefty Three thousand years, and I'll still be here So open your ears, and take heed to...
I will pronounce your name, Maria I will pronounce you Upon the hills of Lebanon down the straits of Gibratah Upon the hills of Kigali Down the Sub-saharan arids Even...