Osazee Dankaro Poems

There is a bottle in my head,
Whose lid I keep tightly shut.
But even with all my might
The gas within, long over full and bubbling
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Let pride be damned this once
And then be damned again, and again
Until my peace be returned to me
And my soul is fully assuaged
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From my vantage spot by the window
I looked into the darkened street.
Only a crescent moon gave off any light
As all generators had been hurriedly turned off.
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I sit to write a poem
A poem of love and life
Of beautiful lines and golden sounds
A poem to tickle the ears and freshen the mind.
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I wake up once again to the sounds:
footsteps, muted voices and motor cars.
The night had been very short,
and the same noises kept me awake
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Do not preach to me and flog me all at once
Do not impact mental pain
And physical torment all together
It is cruelty to do so
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When I think of you,
I do not see you lying on the hospital bed
Hours before your death
I do not hear your voice on my phone
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I am lying on my bed of feathers
My eyes slowly close of its own volition,
It is cold, very cold,
Cold rain is hitting my tin roof gently
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Night and day I see,
Crushing pain, piercing your entire being like a spear
I see, I feel, I perceive and I hear.
I have suffered this terrible loss with you,
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She's only on 30, but we all call her "Mommy"
Even those of us twice her age
She was not ordained, to be a Mother, like the Catholics do their priests,
She has her own qualifications that has made her ‘Our Mother',
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