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Mayowa Adebowale
Wednesday 15 March 2023

War

The sword is at war

In counter-retaliation of bloodshed

The war advances with guns

The ever resounding horrors of a nuclear explosion

A carnage of lives


The pen is at hand

Recording the history of bloodshed

The hand advances with critics,

The resonance of past errors

Confluence of present terrors


The sword is at war

The pen is at hand,

The weapons advance the kill

The pen leashes the war, it endorses a truce


For war is delightful

Only to those who haven't seen it


Let us therefore, embrace equality and justice



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Mayowa Adebowale
Wednesday 15 March 2023

The Horse behind

The prying eyes of kids

At the dishonest actions of elders

The prying eyes of elders

At the dishonest actions of their offspring

Speaks of no rarity,

For the horse behind

Follows up the path

Of the horse ahead


Our world is what it is

A world of swindling

Sometimes an hybrid,

A world of violence

...to what it was,

A world of crime,

Hardly yet, of what it should be

A world of happiness


This world of ours

A remake of precedents,

When good examples are to abound

What trails does the horse ahead leave behind?




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Mayowa Adebowale
Wednesday 15 March 2023

The Spec in the Eyes of those who see

I hear what they say

As their rumours spread fast

Like a wild fire,

Wild rumours of jungle accent

To damage misunderstood honour,

A contest to win a race

Which no one comes out of alive


Their methods are efficient

Bold, like a sore to the mouth,

They awaken querying eyes

Judgmental minds of foes unknown,

Speaking bitter poisoning

As the vipers hissing


They throw slime and grime

Yes! Let them go further


For

Knowledge bequeaths, that un-dead meat

Is no feast for maggots

As blind men are not in position

To remove the spec

From the eyes of those who see





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Mayowa Adebowale
Wednesday 15 March 2023

Funky Junk

Metals and junks

Plastics and Fibers

Ropes and Wires

Dangling things

Of hanging tins

Pieces and parts


little things

Connecting huge parts

Pendulums and masts


That they say is technology

Communication and models

The things that knit the world together


How sane, such insanity

The cogs that drive the wheels of progress

Towards the age of advancement

The age of rejected extinction


Just one thing, aiming at - all

One for all at the same stop



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