A street urchin
The slums his home
An unwanted foetus
A born-throwaway
Carrying signs of vagabonds

An unlucky fellow
A seed of the night
Loveless memories
Hate be breathed

Everyone knows him
A street worker's seed
The planting of an agbeero
A drunk for the night

Like rotten eggs
A dumpling for garbage
The torment of a grieving mother
Unwanting his kind

Left to rotten
A mistake on the road
Paid for like a bargain
His coming
She hated

She bereaved at his sight
An unlucky fellow
Thrown into the night
A dumpling for garbage

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Who killed Thomas Becket?
Canterbury I ask
He laid down to rest
The cathedral
Humbled at his death
The Tempest
A joyful tomorrow
King Edward
I hear your majesty
Send him a message
Th demise of Thomas Becket
Canterbury I ask

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

I can hear the drums
It's loud in my ears
I can hear the trumpets
Calling out to the soldiers
Charge forward
Battle soldier

Sons of men
Come forward
If we die today we die a glorious death
The battlefield
We sink our swords in it

We all die here
As the war is upon us
Let's chant songs of war
Leading men
To their graveyard

The war has come
Lift up your armour
If we perish
We perish not alone
We perish with our swords

Tell our wives
A message of a dying soldier
If we die today
We die a glorious death

Sing tour heart out
O courageous soldier
We sink
To sink no more

Raise your swords
Let's merry
For we all die today

I see warriors
Courageous warriors
I see soldiers
Perishing to rise no more

The battlefield is ours
Smiting our enemies
But if we die today
We die a glorious death

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Ode to the west wind
A strange force at night
It bringeth dust
Before our very eyes
An unintended carriage
It carries us away
A filler of souls
A cooler of hearts
The commanding force of the night
The whistle blower of the gods
The shaker of the trees
The remover of grass
The enigma of the town
O what a good feeling
A whirling sound
The night knows your name.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

My teacher is dead
The crackling by the classroom walls
The chalks along the hallway

The faded voices of students
The heroes of methodist high school
Repository of rejected talents
A born-throwaway
Accepting history's defeat

Exile
Our principal's cowardice
Lineage of shoes
The assembly ground we all marched

Uniforms of beauty
Tools of knowledge
An ounce of excellence
The gateman's solace

The vague of coerced dreams
Awaiting trial
Kneeling at their master
Waiting to be liberated
A sound of fantasy's cane

There have been others
Lingering in the twilight
Travelling through the walls
Methodist High School
A home of forgotten glory

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

He came out with his *** belly
Spitting some gibberish
He sounded strange
The white man nodded in accordance
Playing along so feintly

His words were long
Yet different
Not cautious
But depicting a mild smile

He boasted of his prowess
Commanding the stage
Speaking words strangely
Criticising the white man's language

Beri-Beri
An example of his prowess
Expressing a nonsensical of himself
We all looked in wonders
His peers clapping at his performance

The narrator
A Nigerian professor
A grandiloquence of English language
****-a-doodle-doo a man of language

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Sleep well my beloveth
Sleep well my heart
You tarried away
Your ancestors calleth
The casualties were many
Yours was deep

The funeral songs
It overwhelmed my heart
Esu Lalu looted
He stole my precious heart
The drums of your demise
Your children screams in sadness

I sit under the tree
Our mahogany tree
I weep at your grave
Without you
Life ceaseth
And sorrow departed me not

Esu Lalu
Why take my bride into the dark quarters?
Esu Lalu
And I begged you
Esu Lalu
You failed me

The little one
Misses the suckling of her mother's breast
I want to tarry to my beloved
Esu Lalu take me to my beloveth
She awaits my coming
I must tarry to her

Esu Lalu
I was glad when you gave her to me
Esu Lalu
I must
Esu Lalu
I must tarry to her tonight

Esu Lalu
She is my beloved
Are you coming Esu Lalu?
When should I expect your arrival?
My beloveth awaits my coming
Esu Lalu take me now

Esu Lalu
Don't leave me in the lurch
Aya mi owon
I am coming
Esu Lalu will bring me to you
Esu Lalu I await your arrival

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson