HISTORY WILL REMEMBER US by Michael Inioluwa Oladele
1. Spill the blood if you wish Break the bones if you can Set the flesh on fire Destroy the soul Bury the body Even, kill the spirit. 2. And...
MY BLOOD WEEPS by Joseph Omojuwa
My blood sings, my blood weeps! For my countenance has fallen. A song no one can interpret, For if I hear, and then I am dead. My blood cries vengeance...
I SLEPT WITH HER by Akinbode Oluwatobi Israel
On a day when the breeze seems lost, Roaming the streets, disturbing the trees, The rain came in search for the lost, That night... I slept with her. . I...
THE CHARGES AGAINST ME by Michael Inioluwa Oladele
They sent me to prison They say I cover the sins of the righteous and reveal the truth of the liars; but am just a small boy called Silas putting...
BROKEN VISION by Bankoke Kolawole
The chants they chant for justice, for equity, Their daily iniquity makes me seek till I fall sick Like little water into mighty baskets, the end is indeed the casket....
CRIES FROM SOWETO: by Ayodeji A. Adeyemi
Cries from Soweto Ashes to ashes dust to dust when shall we stop ubieting our bald sons? or when shall we cease nursing our uglified rape victims? songs of sorrow...
JUSTIFIED CRIME: by Abiola Inioluwa Oluwaseun
Hey Mr President I've been jailed for crime and immorality, Yes I am guilty, that's the truth But if it wasn't you who made me this way Nail me to...
A BALLAD FOR YOU, YES YOU!
You, who dictate His will to God, you, the holy mentor Who unsheathe a black flag to slaughter a neighbor, Who destroy in the name of the Creator, I spy...
…IN THEIR COUNTRY?
[caption id="attachment_11344" align="aligncenter" width="342"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [...In Their Country??][/caption]we stood innocently in foursomes suddenly our men in dark uniform seized the road phantomic eyes that inquired our uncriminal direction two battered,...
SNAPSHOTS OF SORROWED SIGHTS
[caption id="attachment_7024" align="aligncenter" width="421"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [Snapshots Of Borrowed Sights][/caption](You may waste not your wages Writing the story) The vista of those gory ordeals Is mounted on our memories The charred...