Babatunde Aremu Poems

Some have mothers
Some do not know their worths
Mothers are worthy and precious
Than the most priceless gem
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Greed is a twin of graveyard
Its never says enough
Never ever filled to the brim
Its never contented
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When you hear the thunder struck
The end is near
When you know people are unlovable
The end is near
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Face beguiled in innocence
Outlook constructed as a dove
within is multi-coloured like chameleon
Outwardly appearing friendly
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Cherish those kids around you
Who looks tender like new leaves
Never look down on them
They are precious seeds
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She is elegnt and beutiful
Her legs are as smooth as the moon
Her eyes glitter like the morning star
Her nails are like the tilapia's fins
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We were not born by the same parents
His blood varies from mine
We were not related at all
Perchance we came together
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Where they stumbled due to pressure
And turned white to black
Where they sacrificed their birthrights
Just to taste the red porridge
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Yes, they are honourables
Yet they are crazy
Crazy for violence
Using the hallow chambers as rings
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It is a season of quick match
No more slow match
We are now on fast lanes
No more marathon race
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