OLUSEYI OLUSEUN AMOO Poems

Warrior in the grave
How art the mighty fallen?
Your soul remains brave
Even in mourning season
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I wake up filled with confidence each day
With no much time for me to play
Always trying to make hay
Before any opportunity goes away
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Our nation has been infected with the virus corruption
Hindering it from fulfilling its future ambition
It has been destroyed beyond redemption
With no hope of having good people in the nation
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It has been sixty eight weeks
Yet feels like sixty eight hours
Death ended your life streaks
Taking away our bonding powers
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The people lament
Why this great torment?
Why this cruel treatment?
Could this be the final judgement?
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It's broken
Could it be my heart?
It's painful
Am I truly hurt?
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My heart profusely bleed
Where is my true love?
I miss our joyful deeds
My emotions remain unsolved
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