A poem by oliver Samuel and Fagbeyide Kehinde
The dusk pips into mankind
with it's blazing light outright
for the sun dancces ''shoki''
to the mystic beats played by the clouds
for this dark world hath no way
where we fall in day by day
and none else to produce the beatific lay.
for men gather at the arrival of sir moon,
they made him boon of the moon as they dive
into the laughters of shivering waters,
for dark is the path being treaded
and no light to guide through the path.
man!!! Thy creator asketh thee this not on a lowkey
who will plight man with external light at height.
And guide him through the dark
for her ward not to die without the light.
the moon stood,
the sun,asking hands akimbo
but poetry,laying in the boundless deep
of mankind was beseeched
man by the carcass of want laid still
But suddenly he is a suckling babe searching for the breast of peace
for she's become the shoving leopard that can't be hid.
he arose at the sound of ''a pen-ful'' thunder clap
an out pour of glorious incredibility
he lived in the pangs of enslaving darkness
going to the streams of bloodiness
to get wanton corruption
but now,he dines under the shades of poetry
for tis healing to sadness.
the light that shines on the baldness of darkness.
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