Letter to the masses
Labor of the mind is the daily activities
of life.
Death is inevitable
Here comes the fall of a
Resourceful giant
A rose of Sharon with veins and blood
Vibrant intellectual chromosomes
Living without a single breath
With expensive jewelries and aso oke on a way to ilu oke
Fools gather together and celebrate the gone too soon
Death of their future seed
Trader in the town hall of ethnicity
Burn them with fire
Pet them with a medium cup of rice and 500 naira
Trade their future for money and popularity
Suck their blood until they have no more strength
Therefore, open your own eyes well, well as a born throwaway
hoodlum
Before it move to your turn to cut your own vein
For subsequent blood plant
LIBYA ANATOMY
Lost but found
Home of pride
Seated in werepe
forest
The house is now free
for all
But no one could pack
into it
Water
retreat is not the end of the battle
At its
second coming all is enemies shall
Flout
like an eagle in a stormy wind
SWEEAT NOTHING
Sweet
Nothing
Yesterday
was the greatest day for every body
Inside
today, yesterday is history
I can
see the fingers of my wall clock
Moving
closer to another day
Everyone
congratulate me in advance
I went
into my bank account and withdraw all my cash
Because
that day must be a greatest another day
Banger
in the air and melody songs is been played every where
My
father is ready to spend his last kobo on that day
Mother
has already ordered for Aso ebi for her friends and families
Friends
had prepared surprise package for the day
But
after that day I discover that it’s all sweet nothing
POLLUTION
Looking
up to the sky
I see it
clear
Virus in
the mind of the cloud
And
darkness behind the sun
The road
is swift yet slippery
The
sound is sweat to the ears yet unstable
The
aroma of the daily meal is fantastic yet
Introduce
no one to the dining table
Yes, it
is written clearly on the wall “MEMORY DAY”
ADVICE TO THE LIONESS
Stop the
wasteful rush
Stop
rush for rushing sake
Take
your time to flush your cheat with pure water
Please,
purge yourself from time wasting committee
WHAT THE PAST CAN DO
Old
thing is yet to be manufacture
New
thing happen continuously
Life
without a past does not worth it
Life
experience makes us stronger
This poem
is written by Seun Sanni
Copy right
2012
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