Ifeoluwa Daniel Poems

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Change

His rulership over three fuels furore and pandemonium across his kingdom
A fragment of him sings praises
A gaze at the scenario left me with a jaundiced eye
Based on ethnicity and religiosity
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2.
In Its Time

Yesterday, on the plane
I was so much despondent,
Because I found my hope a bit on the edge,
Issues of life transported me,
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3.
Destiny

'A river flows longest when it meets no rocks, yet mine has met many. Still, I hold on to the anchor of faith, knowing the One who controls the currents will soon sweep away the obstacles. The ghosts of yesterday may haunt, but tomorrow's tides are in God's hands.'
'Rivers of trial may flood my path, but the Rock that anchors me stands firm. Though tossed by waves, I'll not be swept away. The road may wind, yet my soul holds fast to purpose. When darkness veils the way, faith lights the next step. Destiny's voice whispers, 'You shall rise, and shadows shall fall.''
'After winter's chill, summer's warmth descends. Seeds sown in tears yield harvests of joy. Night's darkest hour births dawn's triumph. Persistence is the throne upon which success sits, crowned with the diadem of unwavering resolve.'
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Sacrificial Iove

Great feat I have attained yet my heart becomes not mine when I set my eyes on you
My voice I wish could be yours
Which will make you argue with me no more
Ask for my soul and I will give it to you
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Fate

A voice that echoes amidst tribulations, where shadows loom and darkness trembles
A voice that echoes amidst trials, where fire refines and spirit awakens
A voice that echoes amidst hopelessness, where despair whispers and hearts break
A voice that echoes amidst delay, where patience wears thin and dreams linger
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Enslaved By Choice

Welcome to my fatherland, where shadows reign
Corruption's dark throne, where justice goes in vain
A land of milk and honey, overflowing with deceit
Yet, its people live like ants, beneath their feet
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7.
The Weight Of Chain

In chains of own making, they willingly bind
Their freedom's demise, a choice of the mind
A paradox of will, where liberty's refused
And servitude's comfort, is quietly produced
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