Adebayo Akinrinola Poems

THE EYES THAT SPEAKS
I stand in the midst of the warmth in my room, my eyes staring through the window

I see People, faces and hear the familiar rhythmic sounds of little children running
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THE EYES THAT SPEAKS
I stand in the midst of the warmth in my room, my eyes staring through the window

I see People, faces and hear the familiar rhythmic sounds of little children running
...

Black Nation! Black People
The fight, the struggles and the story.
We're hurting, but we're still hating.
We're tired, but we're still fighting.
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