OGUN ABELE (CIVIL WAR)

OGUN ABÉLÉ (CIVIL WAR)
Our gods are still alive! Akinlabi exclaimed...

Strictly, my back bones, a match up;
Our fathers' right, the hope of our future,
We were shredded away, so they matched on,
Left strips we nurse till date.
Ogun Abele would be the solution-

Off, we go all out till our right is claimed...

'Venture not into intensifying conflict!'
Agba-agba ilu exclaimed...
I was birthed of the gods,
gods still inhabit the tuft of my hair.
My heart electrifies the strikes
Perhaps, make available when It's needed;

Let not our voices stop scream,

I once made a promise,
our rights, never to go untreated;
In oneness, we move aright, the time is now
Our fathers' right, less of strangers.

Akinlabi! Akinlabi!! Akinlabi!!! Ajagunta, explains...

'My gain gone lost, pain I reap.
The beginning, scintillating,
So experienced I.
The end, a set of bitter experience
My able Oreke, and adoring Asake,
Passed on, the night of tears lingers.
Venture not into this, we plead Akinlabi! '

'My promises...' He reiterates!

'Attack launched, we're here already
Soldiers, stabbed and stabbed.
The arrows and bows of the strong,
The beauty of their readiness'
Aloud! he shouted, overwhelmed...

'Vengeance, our aim; Vagabonds'

The acts, painstakingly executed;
Blood sheds, skins tore apart.
The result be violence, rights unclaimed.
Lest, we achieve this,
My eyes never see's home
The heights of the strong made short
Akinlabi, a forgotten tale.

©Tex (2017)

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I'M A LONE NINGER

I'M A LONE NINGER I saddled my cradle in a lone way Yet, comfort zone seeks I My beddings laid fallow on bed My rail wallowed without trails Wherefore do my pain born from? ... Perhaps, a vessel channelled me on Back on track race, motive to trace My ancestral origin behead nowhere For I lost grand and ground of care Yet, cracks and strokes at befitting future ... The fight fought, such beyond sought Presumably, pre-seeable; seen before then Now my heart heralds soothing breeze Without hope from hopeful points Yet, my bones wax stronger to life ... My bond, my half; mentored mine in me My origin stimulated independence My ancestors simulated I, such to grow For my (he)arts are borne of hatred My heart burns, born of confusion ©Tex (2017)

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A BIT OF ME

A BIT OF ME I've got a clean face, yet kept a rusting one I've carved shoes that call on heaven To lessen my turmoiled havens Enchanting aura I carry around Like hawkers great deal of goods I know, you all wish to be me I know you wish to stay around me.. If not with me Perhaps, wallowing in laxities of time Emerged to be reason behind my enchantment Tumultuous points I've stamped Gave me the most fancied shoes You can barely differentiate between Sun's hotness and my head Can you relate to my rusting face now? I don't care what you label this Whether tale, story, prose or even poetry What you name it connotes nothing Likewise, bail me not from what, oh! who I am! But like you got me through in joy You've not seen a tad sorrow around Like I rightly said.. I wallow in God's laxities Only, if He never want me on till now Will He live to see me leave on like this ©Tex (2017)

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