DEXTERITYPLUS

Music is the weapon of the future
Our burdened heart got a cure
jazz, reggae, soul or hip-hop
it gonna take our message up


Music is an organized sound
so I was told by my music teacher
as I grew much older
shrieks, cries, and any pound

It's what I've always longed for
I know,  here is not where I belong
The right path, I see, difficult to sight
The haze here is misleading
I need to behold your beacon

METAL RAILS

I'm trapped in this alley
I see darkness affront me
I see these metal bars beside me
I've no companion

I'M NOT A WASTE

Judgements being passed
I'm tortured... I'm bruised
Clouts spatting on my skin
The whirlwinding whips

       

I have a terminus!
Beckon me not! Through these doors
These iron pillars though, seem endearing for tactility

HAVE ME

Lost I was
In the confinement of this world
In rags and tatters
Vagabonding in darkness

' I DEPART'

 I'm above
 I visit, when I'm least expected
 I burst out of the cloud
 I know not anybody
 I've shown mercy
 I'm the mitigation

A POEM




"IDLE LOATHING"
I laid there sweating
Maelstrom of thinking
A very cold and dark evening
Yet I wouldn't stop sudating
Like I just ended Pheidippides running

               "YOU'RE SO LOVELY"
                 It's so lovely
          when my heart beats
    to my thought when it about you, sings
           it's so lovely

'WHAT IS MY CASE?'
I need a sledge hammer
A pickaxe rather
May i not need a boulder?
Why is it like this?
So rigid and stiff
So tough and rough
It's just too hard to doff
To be prettified
By knowledge's gracious hand
May i not beseech Albert
That he may to me, impart
The secret of how he knew no little
May i not beseech Aristotle
To make overt the dern
Of his sapience and ken
Need i voyage to the past?
When my friend and pal
Smiles and exults
After seeing his results
He reads no much as i do
What is left For me to do
Dawn to dusk till after dark
Like the pilgriming clerk in Southwark
I stare at the leaves again and again
But now the result is woe again
Must i break it?
It that shields my brain
And by this i be not slain?
Must i break my spherical brain bone?
To stack in this tome?
Must i eat the books?
But eatable is not how it looks
Which word portrays my case?
Unbelievable?
Strange?
Special?... What other word?
Please tell me please...
What my case is
- ADEDOLAPO

                    NO WEEP NO AFRICA
                   By Olajide auxano Adekunle


The black man's soul
Pierced, now with a large hole
Charged down below
And heart filled with sorrow

Toiled with age
Servants on the colonial stage
After the closure of that page
Comfort to us still a sage

Our dreams was the hope
The hope was the dope
Yet at achievement we still flop
Even black souls at the top

Cursed black us not
From civilization, we hid like in tryst
The trailblazers always face the wrath
And our economic fabric a massive rot

Courageous but not brave
Unlike the Bible's king Dave
Yet rhyming at Poverty's octave
Even with a living, a slave

The fore fathers at work,wept
Our father at their jobs,crept
All this while we their children slept
Having longed for solution in futility at lenght

The slaves wept for Africa
Our colonial masters swept from Africa
Now we weep for Africa
Away! All this weeping we must sweep
Although, no weep now Africa


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