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Michael ayodeji Apr 2018
DRUMMER BOY

With your sticks
You cook the beat of rationality
Your omele,a preacher
It's preaches sanity into an insane world
Obviously you are heavenly endowed

Tell sango,to come see
The sticks which heat Kindle his flames
The beats that lure him into dancing

Mysterious drummer
Even the deaf sway to your rhythm
The lane raise hands
To stop the quarrel between
Your sticks

You drummer of life
Play your beat
So I can tap the foot of my conscience
Hit your drums
For the dry bones to rise

sticks of rationality
Beats of sanity

Are what Eledumare
Has endowed you with
My village drummer boy.

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LAWMYK
©2018
Michael ayodeji Mar 2018
.
The defunct imprison in obscurity
Never to witness illumination again
It's gone forever

.
The soil's frith
Was dead
Burned, turned to embers
It's remains flew to the borderline
It's soul sent to the 6th heavens
Never to show face again
It's gone forever

.
The frith is an inmate of a Frith
In the abode of the mentally deranged
They fiddle with it all day
It yearn for no return

.
The Frith
Is a coin thrown in the ocean
Never shall it be found again

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LAWMYK
©2018
Michael ayodeji Mar 2018
My eyes have seen mysteries
Of two legged goats and dogs
Donning ironed and fitted suits
My ears have heard words
That are harmful to them
Of an impotent father
Who sired a son, on his death bed

I have seen a man
Who claims to celibate
But at dark hours rushes to a motel
I have seen him
Standing on the alter in liturgies
With blazers as shirt
Divination bead as jewelry

I have seen a hierophant
within the shortest period of 9 months
Plants a bomb in a younger generation womb
I have heard him after his ferocious deeds
Calling the devil an artisan
Saying "its the devil's hand work"
He also call a saviour
Which is strange to him but known to us

Should we taunt him?
Should we thrash him?
Not yet let's wait till amagedon..

The man on the alter Has no piety
He is the mephistophelean type
Tell him he has no room in Empyrean
HEIROPHANT... Sing us no more your tuneless jigery pokery song
He has finally failed us


LAWMYK
TheRadicalThespian
©2018

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