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Safana Mar 2022
Adamu Adamu
Safana
Mar 2022
It's better for you to resign
A professor without attentiveness
I doubt if he is a Professional Prof.
I doubt if he is a Professional Prof.
Adamu Usman Garko Mar 2017
PENURY
Adamu Usman Garko
Mar 2017
PENURY
Eyes falling of tears
Empty pocket calling for help
Tears become effigy to the victim
Donating all hands effort
To run away predatory
Oh victim
Predicament isn't permanent
Poverty is like pong and stink
Every one is running from it
When your name wear the cloth
Don't yell because of its boxing
Poverty is like outhouse
When ever its raining
The fist to demise
Life change
Ease replace suffering
©Adamu Usman Garko
©Adamu Usman Garko
Eyes falling of tears
Empty pocket calling for help
Tears become effigy to the victim
Donating all hands effort
To run away predatory
Oh victim
Predicament isn't permanent
Poverty is like pong and stink
Every one is running from it
When your name wear the cloth
Don't yell because of its boxing
Poverty is like outhouse
When ever its raining
The fist to demise
Life change
Ease replace suffering
©Adamu Usman Garko
©Adamu Usman Garko
Adamu Danjuma
Dec 2020
The society rejected them.
They were ejected from their homes.
Disjointed hands.
Broken legs.
Pitiful faces.
Mournful silence ...
They cried and felt like crying again.
They cried again.
They yawned and felt like yawning again.
They yawned again.
They are the homeless children you are seeing here and there.
They are the hopeless old men and women you are seeing in the mornings and in the evenings.
No one cares to give them a chance to emerge on the surfaces of the earth and win more wins.
They are those beggars and street-boys.
They were long time ago mercilessly molested by the tryrans and their allies.
Today and tomorrow,
And the days, and the years, after tomorrow:
Let them find some places to rest.
Give them a place in your heart to find solace.
They have no sugar.
And they don't seem to have tasted its sweetness.
To drink tea,
They use a handful of their tears.
In lieu of a comb,
They use twigs.
They have no perfumed clothes.
Theirs are torn shirts and hats fumed by the vapour of a cooking ***.
To watch a movie,
They use a mirror.
Through it,
They see nothing than their faces.
They say mirror is their television.
The poignancy of poesy shaped their potentials.
Under the influence of the Poet, a plume spoke:
'I dream of a society where the less privileged ones will enjoy freedom and financial independence.'
With the above in mind, the less privileged ones would be considered as an integral part of the world.
They are capable yet they can do zellions of amazing things.
Give them chances to thrive.
Their yesterdays saw them famished.
They were once hopeless.
God blessed them.
Smiles of courage and hope illuminated their faces.
They were once neglected as well as segregated.
They need to be encouraged and supported.
On their education enough money should be invested.
To enable them learn skills and acquire sound knowledge needed for self-development and progress across the globe.
Adamu Danjuma
They were ejected from their homes.
Disjointed hands.
Broken legs.
Pitiful faces.
Mournful silence ...
They cried and felt like crying again.
They cried again.
They yawned and felt like yawning again.
They yawned again.
They are the homeless children you are seeing here and there.
They are the hopeless old men and women you are seeing in the mornings and in the evenings.
No one cares to give them a chance to emerge on the surfaces of the earth and win more wins.
They are those beggars and street-boys.
They were long time ago mercilessly molested by the tryrans and their allies.
Today and tomorrow,
And the days, and the years, after tomorrow:
Let them find some places to rest.
Give them a place in your heart to find solace.
They have no sugar.
And they don't seem to have tasted its sweetness.
To drink tea,
They use a handful of their tears.
In lieu of a comb,
They use twigs.
They have no perfumed clothes.
Theirs are torn shirts and hats fumed by the vapour of a cooking ***.
To watch a movie,
They use a mirror.
Through it,
They see nothing than their faces.
They say mirror is their television.
The poignancy of poesy shaped their potentials.
Under the influence of the Poet, a plume spoke:
'I dream of a society where the less privileged ones will enjoy freedom and financial independence.'
With the above in mind, the less privileged ones would be considered as an integral part of the world.
They are capable yet they can do zellions of amazing things.
Give them chances to thrive.
Their yesterdays saw them famished.
They were once hopeless.
God blessed them.
Smiles of courage and hope illuminated their faces.
They were once neglected as well as segregated.
They need to be encouraged and supported.
On their education enough money should be invested.
To enable them learn skills and acquire sound knowledge needed for self-development and progress across the globe.
Adamu Danjuma
Every child counts