Pius beeps Adamu

Life is a rejoicing paradise full of grief.
It is a dancing candlelight amid the gale.
Life is a like a day so short and brief.
It is a sweet sad adventurous tale..
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We see the sun glow like a golden orb.
Till it relinquishes its power to the moon.
Yet we forget the struggles of life.
We hear the birds singing on the boughs.
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Woman, raven of the tropics.
You are lovely, and I sing to you this song,
With sadness missing the warmth of your arms.
I have waited in the dark night.
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My mother my heroic mother.
Blessèd is the womb that bore you.
For the ancestral blessings you still possess.
I stayed in you for a thousand days,
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The day is over, over the high mountains the sun has fallen.
The day  is lost like a gold coin in the sands buried and forgotten.
The match of the day is over and like players we must retire.
Awaiting the unknown road we shall tomorrow tread..
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Let it be written...

My heart is full of an unusual gladness.
I think I will dance like a wasp round the light..
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On the highway in which we tread.
Are men who are being swindled.
The walls are littered with faces.
Sanctimonious they seem..
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Soft lady, purest of all waters.
Sweetly I think of you in my duties.
For you are all that matters.
You are the pinnacle of all beauties. 
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Sing to me a song to tarry.
A song that will soothe any clime.
Sing to me and make merry.
For the truth knows no bounds nor dime.
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Be my heroine O Africa!

Sitting in the dark shining hut, I call on you.
Africa, with a certain hope and power.
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I am black in flesh and bones.
I'm a replica of the supreme up above.
He whose footstool is the Kilimanjaro.
I am black in my songs and in the rhythm of my music.
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Woman, your name is divine and sweetening..
Lest why do we call your name with reverence.
You are beautiful, far beautiful than the gardens
Evergreen in the width of obvious noons.
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The Poor lad who sleeps here has erred.
To humanity and to the master yonder.
He has erred and has fully declared.
Now here beside his grave we sit and wonder.
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Aloud aminu weeps  at the death of his mother.
No money to pay for her hospital bills.
He weeps for another huge problem which is:
Money for a decent burial.
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Peace I wish thee o sailor on the peaceful sea!
Peace I wish thee! with a departing hymn I refrain.
Sad I remain in the sorrowful memory of thee.
Heavens, bear my burden of this excruciating pain..
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Two..

One was made, then were made two.
The other was made to make dreams come true.
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Letter to a virgin

Dear virgin, primrose of the heavens bright.
Fair lady, the world detest thy awe.
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Youth! The promise of thousand tomorrows.
Youth! The strength and pride of a nation.
Youth! The Herculean fellows.
Youth! The centre of  attraction.
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We are sick from cancerous bowels of resentment..
And from the leukaemia of hatred in our marrows.
We are all sick in our thoughts and misled by myopic philosophies..
We often fall and are ached by our negativities.
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Fall upon me with your all.
Fall upon me with your comforting warmth.
Full of symphonic memories recollecting.
And perfect sweetness divine.
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