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Weep not child Esq Babatunde Omidina

Adimeru weep not child, a hilarious cosmic actor hopping on one leg, jumping at sight hard drugs, peddling activities crushing identity of some unseeable forces, the powers that make one fall flat like the rock of Gibraltar, girdle of misplaced priority with dimming eyes of falling height talking babash will not solve it at all this time Weeping for a time, money for a life time with a lot of merry making When iron jam iron one must suddenly bent for one The sun and the moon collide to cause a terrible spark, people took cover to prevent another terrible spark

The darkness came with a threatening and lightening call to order, rubbishing identity, fear no fall, money happy system rejoicing tools that smiles on faces laughter create effect to make all pains disappear at a single touch of a button rift, dogs barking to support peoples happy moment

Ho! God in thee do i put my trust, all can come to bow
Victory at last
Vox populi vox veritas
Weep not child
 
OLAYEMI AYO

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  214.     

World of My Own

I don’t need their world
For if I can’t be free
For if they don’t give my actions a freedom
For if they can’t give my thoughts a liberty.

I don’t need their education
For being a rat to a lame rat-race
For molding me as they want
For masking my real face

I don’t need their love
For if it originates not from heart but brain
For if they use it just to fulfill their desires
For if they can’t feel that underlying pain.

I don’t need their society
For if they know nothing but gain
For if they veil their true identity
For if they always have a fake smile to maintain

I have a world of my own
Where everyone is vagabond…born to be free
Where everyone has nothing to lose
Where everyone knows their reality.
Where simplicity dominates the complexness
Where no one knows any delusive trick
Where everyone values his real identity
Where everyone is happy…because they are unique


- - - - - - - - sumit
 
Sawmitra Roy

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  215.     

Lethargy

I wake up to my alarm’s blaring beep
I would just roll over and go back to sleep
If it weren’t for my alarm’s blaring beep

I walk down the stairs my eyes drooping closed
I’m sure that exhaustion is how I’d be diagnosed
As I walk down the stairs my eyes drooping closed

Consuming my breakfast, not sure what I’m eating
Not hearing my parents’ morning greeting
As I finish my breakfast not sure what I’m eating

Stumbling to first hour, not thinking about school
But only how these starting times seem oh so cruel
As I stumble to first hour, not thinking about school

Nodding to classmates, not sure of there identity
Only thinking of my bed’s beckoning serenity
As I nod to my classmates, not sure of their identity

I wish to be at home, in my cozy, sleep-inducing bed
Not stumbling around school, resembling living dead
I’d rather be at home, in my cozy, sleep-inducing bed
 
Cal Gillette

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The Caesarean Child

Who is this caesarean child named caesar?
Great thought is this child and brave are his deeds.
Honor has he for all but fear he depicts none
This child who dwelled in the delphos of eve
And now caesarean child bear his identity
So envy am i this child of caesarean
To take the path took he come my world
For great and brave desire i to be too
As when lived great julius caesar.
Caesarean child be thou my replica
Men and wenches honor and fear thee
And so caesarean honor but fears none
For men are born by women and are womanish
Caesarean child born he not by a weaker vessel
And so brave and great are his deeds
O' happy i this caesarean child is my identity.
 
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