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At last
Door opens
To my true feelings
Says brother, you must sing
The joyous songs of the day
After all; at last
Remember, a little time there
The drought was mad; there in the dark
Knocking at the door
Trying to whisper something
Something I must not hide anymore
It says, “Keep Close”
Now at last
The grave at its feet
Drags me out to a freedom lit
Torches shining in through the windows of my skin To my battled soul
Even in my manner of speaking
i wear the mask of magnificent smile;
My troubles are over
At last
I move my world
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Adelusi Oluwafemi Temidayo-Don
I am not a poet
I only seem like a pen
I am not a crafty writer
I only write my whrits
Script my gifted mouth;
Book my heart in my hands
I just want to spit it out once and for all
You call it an expression or anger
All I just want is to define the norms
To exploit means to do the extra ordinary things
Exceeding normal exist
Setting new standards on a consistency and continuous basis;
And be free at last from oppression, suppression, poverty, war, inferiority complex and other things you know
As for me
All l want to see is CHANGE and FREEDOM everywhere.
May God help me
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