WALLS OF UNENDING SCARS

I I have seen The four walls Coated with gory hand-prints Of criminals and suspects In-scripting awkwardness Pleading for a public presentation I stared at slogans Screaming…. “we die…innocent” “i was here” “and so what” “are you the president?” “dem go fire me” “na today” “…save us” My heart tears...

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FORGIVENESS

All around me I see the faces that are hurting I hear the hearts splintering under the weight of your betrayal Everything once shared fast withering into nothingness Visions of a future with you teetering on the precipice of expulsion I feel the trust – once so priceless – disintegrating...

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THIS IS NOT A POEM

…you think my unripe lips blossom with words just to make merry with mad metaphors of the muse mesmerising marooned minds with aching alliterations? Sick similes bleeding to death Like blood gushing out from harrowed hearts From the ceaseless stabs of this knife called pen? There are shadows, there are...

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SON’S SONG SUNG

It’s all so wrong Condemnation of the mind So I’m scribbling this letter To make it all better These words might sound sad Like goodbye forever But they‘re only meant to bring you blessings Think of me from now wherever you are Don’t cry, but laugh in hope, son, ‘Cause...

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APRIL LIGHT

When I first took a breath of life The Sun looked at me with a smile That moment, earth was light The trees all bowed for a while Their fruits so succulent in sight April Light The moon greeted me on sight There was my mother, my hero, my knight...

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LIFE LOOM

The journey starts A child is born! A bundle of joy; Tender, innocent and helpless! Who would believe that this one Had been at the loom in times past? Pretty baby, Sickly baby, Leader of tomorrow, Or, down-trodden in sorrow; Who knows? The music starts: For one, melodious tunes Beautiful...

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WHO AM I? by Oku-ola Abiola Paul

My writings Explain my feelings My words Express my worlds Read my piece See my ‘is’ It was born Out of my worn Sometimes I speak softly Other times I come funny Sometimes I am harsh Other times I might cause a clash But I am that voice That cries...

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