To thee who created the world
With no hidden magic except word.
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To thee who created the earth
To thee who makes the foliage fret.
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On the faces of kindred and acquaintances
I have recieve rejection and acceptances.
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As day chameleons into night rapidly
So friend turns enemy.
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As I write my poems so homily
As we make friend, so we make enemy.
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But either of us started the game
I never wished a soul to shame.
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With all virtues and moral I spent my life
Little laughter, tedious tears all in my strive.
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I loved it, I regretted it
But I never pray'd a soul to forfeit.
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The truth I say even when a fool should say
Yet I render help when peril plies thier way.
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Heaven bears me witness in my labour
If I had intensionally hurt my neighbour.
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If their be a day I think a soul to die
May I die myself with my lyre.
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But if with my clemency and honesty
You afford me back with treachery.
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Like Judas, the traitor
Shall you perish with your impostor.
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As I lay and suffer in anguish
They wait to attack in ambush.
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So many calamities prepared for my table
Abject poverty, the smallest becomes
unaffordable.
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Dejected destitution, I live my life so lack
I got no robe to veil my back.
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In the ocean of penury I'm drown'd
On my head hardship crown'd.
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So many great things prefer'd
I am poor but I never pilfer'd.
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I will never take what belongs to thine
Or hide under my palm as though it were mine.
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I would take to die in poverty
Than to have the curse of disloyalty.
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In my pure penurious poverty
And in my mild merited moralty.
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I think no wrong of you
But to me you some treacheries do.
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Heaven sees your deeds not splendid
There is a curse for being squalid.
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Like Judas, the traitor
Shall you perish with your impostor.
Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle
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