Babatunde Aremu Poems

This house is not built with hay
Nor is it constructed with mud
Its bricks are well burnt and cured
Its foundation is on a solid rock
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Little drops from heaven's ballister
Ceaslessly falls upon our land
Heaven weeps on us without remedy
Our land is excessively watered
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You are the cause
I am not, you are
They are the culprits
They are not, you are
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Their yesterday,
Was lived for our today.
They fought good fights
The manacles were unchained
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Running up and down
Does not automatically translate to huge wealth
Only divine providence brings profit
Yes, there is dignity in labour
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As automobile engine
Simmers down after an ardous trip
My spirit though is willing
But my body is jetlagged
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I am a civil servant
That's not my real name
I am a baptised civil servant
This name puts bread on my table
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I once sojourned in a land,
Seeking for solution to my bewildermernt.
The more I probed, the more I was confused.
Why do some fail where others succeed?
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Work, done with strains
With drops of sweat
Oozing out of our glands
Sometimes hard with blistered hands
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Whatever we are
Its not by strength
Whoever you are
Its not your power
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