Oluseyi Akinbami

Dear pastor….
I come in consideration,
That this should be my last resort.
Having sought help from callers not a few.
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Let us go
To where?
The church.
The church?
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Before you this day
I lay bare
Naked as I come
With no will of mine
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Yesterday,

It was just yesterday in September,
He was laid to rest in golden casket
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I saw on a wall, in the street of religion
an inscription which Reads

'So when you meet
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The lion in me,
Don’t dare, I am sold out to the Lion of the Tribe of Judah
You know Him,
I received mercy,
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President Olusegun Obasanjo- Atiku Abubakar

Promises of pardoned traitors
Reek like ancient regrets.
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As you grow older, they fade into oblivion
The friends you once revered,
The company you once adored,
Like flowers they fade and fall by the way side
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Will you try again?
With avalanche of failures,
The peak, the peak or add the zenith, futile, “all labors lost”
Yet, once more I must, ere I die, with dripping blood, though it’s the last once more I must
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These old world is filled with wonders
And many beyond comprehension
I speak of these that my little mind knows so less
Than I aught.
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This Poem will speak to Peter,
Of the priest and the folly,
This poem doubts not the sincerity of true worshipers,
It will speak to the cult, the club, their Peter, the images of idolatry
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This Poem will speak to Peter,
Of the priest and the folly,
This poem doubts not the sincerity of true worshipers,
It will speak to the cult, the club, their Peter, the images of idolatry
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Do, please do.
I did foolishly, so foolishly now I am ashamed I did it to you,
Please forgive me; I am still shocked, that I could hurt a good friend like you,
There must be something in me that must be tamed,
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Please go for me to south Africa
Not to live but to deliver a message to Mandela
Tell Mbeki,
Tell Zuma,
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The sun will shine today.
Though late the night has been,
Through paths so darkened and gloomy
Not for the similitude of our hope
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When men were men
They proved their strength in tilling
Providing meat so many
Hoe and cutlass was their tool
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To the weary days of time and age
As ever my love till date

When your face wrinkle be
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Howl!
Vain mortal of helpless arm
Weep as though the tears will bring him back.
Aloud, wail! Cry aloud
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When?
Maybe never, Yeah
For that was the responce
of the lords,
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This is tiled with jagged bricks,
And I walk alone.
Having squandered time, telling tales,
I stand ashamed.
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