Warrith Olawale

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The sunset began before my eyes,
Angels sinking their heads in soulful cries.
The soldier's thumping footfalls fade away
The oldman now drags his atrophied feet about all day.
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Why call it love and sing about
If it's only in the summer, it sprouts?
Why do we deceive ourselves at pleasure
That there's no winter with censure?
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</>We've been blind; we've been blind.
We've walked in the shadows of the night,
Where nothing saw us; we saw nothing
We've been blind.
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FAIR OR NOT?
I'd like to say life is fair - - but it isn't.
I'd like to say we'll all have bread-
For breakfast - - but fate shakes its head.
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Planet Earth, wounded son of blissful birth
I miss your thrilling dance, your sunny days
Where are they, the beautiful flowers of mirth?
Only faded forests, I see, only the sick cattle that graze.
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The cold dead wind saunters in this bleak land
Where i dwell breathing inert air
Ears-fed by the tremulous voices of the dead, their tremulous hands
In gloves of numbness serene with the soil's care
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The melody of my heart, the music of my soul
Breath the rhythm of whimpers,
The whimpers of my crude blood whose tears wail.
I am as giant, yes i know i am a giant
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In an alien space, miles away from home,
Searching for a place where the land is loam.
Wandering high and low like tide in the sea,
Searching for leaves of the golden tree.
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That mother's fears, that child's tears
Live amid those crops that no longer sprout.
Here prevails dwarfism, the product of prolonged drought
Drought on land, drought in the sea, drought everywhere
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After flipping through pages of nightly oblivion,
Hours of the day, like musical notes, play on.
I hear your call, your summons causing dread,
I hear you, tremulous voices of the dead.
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After the darkness, a sobbing voice sings,
After the drought that grazed our fields,
After the scowls that tyrannized our faces.
It's now a decade after the darkness
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I look away, to a land far away,
Green with gardens, serene with seas.
I look beyond the fog of today
With a bleary sight, threatening to cease.
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13.

Lagos, your sweat;
Lagos, your struggle
For the countless children
That in your arms, dangle.
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'I'm gonna make a change'-
That's the promise I always make.
Yet this man walks the streets
With heart full of joy and under his feet
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I know it rains here because I feel the drops
Because there's no sunshine to kiss the crops,
Because the thunder chases lightening
And I quake; it's so deafening.
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Come back to Mother Earth
Although she's been arrogant, unwilling to apologize
But see- there're tears in her eyes.
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Her fluorescent eyes, electric gaze
Dazzling beauty that awakens tears.
Aroused, we've followed her to this strange place
Of sunset, with glowing bulbs everywhere.
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Pity grips me now as those dire moments dreaded,
Come to life, him-dreading-self goes to death.
A question lingers as he lies on that bed,
‘How does it feel living, with each laboured breath
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What if we are wrong?
What if the defination of being dumb
Is speaking, shouting, singing a song?
What if silence is the only language the Earth understands
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If only time throbbed in the heart of that snail
As it starts climbing that hill beyond the vale,
I would wait on this shore without pain
For two hundred years to see you again.
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The Best Poem Of Warrith Olawale

Like A Falling Star

The sunset began before my eyes,
Angels sinking their heads in soulful cries.
The soldier's thumping footfalls fade away
The oldman now drags his atrophied feet about all day.
The mud of life soon taints
The white garment of birth so quaint.
And as the smoke rises in the air
Displacing the tranquil wind everywhere

The human life spans like a sunset
The beginning phase being the brightest.
I know the music of this valley has taught me how
Like a falling star, life creeps its way down
Before the face of the world engrossed with sunset
As the traders start displaying their wares
To the sight of their common costumer- the thirsting tyrant
Whose thin long cane yearns for victims
And the displayed wares- throbbing human hearts
Their value; their dignity wanes before life's long cane,
Like that falling star.

Warrith Olawale Comments

Cristina M. Moldoveanu 17 January 2015

I read a few of your poems and I was delighted to find a genuine feeling of tenderness towards life, an understanding of good or bad things altogether, an acceptance of life with all its beautiful treasures. Everything well expressed.

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Stewart Gideon 01 November 2011

i really love the way you write, the themes you write on and your ideas. good job.

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