War

war is poetry collaboration between two African poet, uniting there pen to end war every where in the world and to put an end to slavery impose on the citizen by the gorvernment
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 WAR

Not let us reason like carnivorous animal,
Not let allow evil to be our perfect leader,
We shall all see the beginning of war,
The end will be like ending of the world,

Let not give space to the ugly wise men,
Not show stupid revenge to the blindness,
Let trace back to find the fault of war,
Let not overlooked the fault of deaf,

For the happiness of war is killing,
For the achievement of war is crying,
For the wages of war is loosed and bruised,
For the strong and the young may end in loosed.

 

POET Prince Adefila Adeyinka

Let come reason together as ancient wise man,
Let come to remove our Hijab
Let not anger set in fast
Let wisdom lead us in "Jihad"

A long way we will go if we are one 
Let held the fist like great MADIBA
"Education is the most powerful weapon..."
It will always look impossible until it is done

And for one thing that I know
If all let it burrow into the depth of our marrow
The ugly wise men, Task Brothers will be no more
Unveiling us, tomorrow to regret not nor morn


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Count Your Testimony

count your testimony

2013 will soon be a memory
Have you count your testimony
Even if you are not happy
You will still have a story
For still living
Because you are not a tenant in the mortuary
And a landlord in the cemetery
So far you are still breathing
You must share the testimony
Because you are still living
And you are not in the cell rotting
nor on the hospital bed waiting for healing
Or on the street begging
Then you must share the testimony
Because
The days remaining
Can still bring your testimony
So you have to stop lamenting
And start praising the almighty
For the grace of still living
Because there is still hope for the living
So stop lamenting
And start counting the testimony.

Throne

Suddenly I met myself in the dust,

 Where I identified nobody at all,

 But I had been fed with her breast
,
 She claimed to be my mother

, To have cared of me for a thousand hours,

 Another claimed to be my father,

 Who promised me to be there forever,

 I do not know when father faded away,

 Like the sun saying goodbye to day,

 Very much in the same way,

 The night dawned with mother betrayed…


Now I need to find my way in this chaotic race,

 In which there is neither glory nor grace, 

 By myself life is not easy to face,

 It is dark when I see I am alone, 

Like a blind man I hesitate and falter,
  

writen by TANIMOWO GBENGA

Tribute to nelson mandela

Rest in peace tata mandelai

Bow before my fallen kings and prophets of Africa

A man who choseto turn his back on his cheitaincy in other to emancipate an Africa child

A man who was chosen to be our messiah in times of our darkness

Yes I am talking about Nelson Mandela, son of the soil still remember back in the days of apartheid

When agony and gloominess were part of our lives

When freedom was only seen in our dreams

We were told that there is a man

His name Nelson Mandela

He is being kept behind bars

Our freedom will come the day he will come out of prison

He was in prison

But his name was powerful outside

His name brought hope in our lives

Even thou we didn’t know him

But his name was powerful in our lives

We were prepared to die for the name Mandela

Yes I am talking about the day swhen power to the people

Really meant power to the people

But to days it means power to their pockets

We use to sing and dance

Our fist up in the air saying

Oliver Tambo thetha no Botha akhulule umandela, uMandela uZobusa, akhulule uMandela

We knew our black messiah will come one day

And our freedom will be born yes I am talking about the man who became the father of the nation

I bow before you my fallen king

A man who showed that love is stronger than hate

A man who manage to keep calm the young lions

When they have lost one of their own (Chris Hani)

War was the solution intheir eyes

But with his magic he manage to show them that hate

He said our time has arrived

Our freedom is here

He was a man and a half

A nation uniter

A love preacher

A peace maker

A son of the great kings and prophets of African

He was a son of soil

The Forgetten Ones By Freedom

Beneath the thick layer of indifference
I see creatures battered and beaten
by cruelty of no stoppage
In a carriage of no destination
Their hopes wander in rags
Shamed to live its name.

Beneath the thick layer of inhumanity;
I see children hugged by hunger
Their tomorrow to be spent in sorrows
Their sustenance in bowls
of coins
Earned by passionate pleas
of desperation
to quench the sufferings
that have kept them in wretchedness
of great torment.


Beneath the thick layer of injustice
I see creatures in fiery dungeons
Caged for ages
Holed-up in pits of no pity
Their joy locked up in bottles
Drunk by their oppressors.


Beneath the thick layer of faith
I climb the hills in haste
To see the future that gives future
To the 'future less' ones.

Beneath the thick lines of positivism
I give my dreams rigidity;
By foreseeing the lines of marginalization deleted
Everyone clothed in no distinct robes
The forgotten ones absorbed by remembrance.

Written by: Kolade Olanrewaju Freedom