Poetri doing dating myself on def poetry lyrics

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Swung it with all enthusiasm until he was a turbine of four wheels Swinging at a revolution time was too slow to count Then dashed him the 60th blow in the 19th round And like the The rain drills holes in my marrow Filling it with the tears the clouds couldn’t stomach The sun shines during the day And give way to the darkness at night Yet our hearts know no season It is always dark with sorrow in here I am injured And I Bleed green I am the boy […]The rain drills holes in my marrow Filling it with the tears the clouds couldn’t stomach The sun shines during the day And give way to the darkness at night Yet our hearts know no season It is always dark with sorrow in here I am injured And I Bleed green I am the boy See!

This is not the right time to write a good about Nigeria but one can’t just keep mute and watch these thieves loot what is left of the wealth in our area.

Sharpen your mind with the books that you read And Pierce these words of mine that you heed Do this deed and see what I bleed I bleed green I bleed green The blood of the innocent Martyrs that are not saints Spilled everyday on the battlefield of survival And we can’t cry over spilled […]Sharpen your mind with the books that you read And Pierce these words of mine that you heed Do this deed and see what I bleed I bleed green I bleed green The blood of the innocent Martyrs that are not saints Spilled everyday on the battlefield of survival And we can’t cry over spilled You would think you are strong Until when you get home For home holds those smiles that are dry of fecundity, For home reminds you of things that fallout of places And gladness rottened by worms of good things that never happened.

Reminding you of mother’s joy Darkened by damp dust Of smoked smiles that […]You would think you are strong Until when you get home For home holds those smiles that are dry of fecundity, For home reminds you of things that fallout of places And gladness rottened by worms of good things that never happened.

Let’s pretend I didn’t say this It is the War of Words but I am in love so my words will not be at war neither like an ass in a hole will they be a bore. Lady, the first day I met you, Your eyes reminded of my childhood.

So […]It is the War of Words but I am in love so my words will not be at war neither like an ass in a hole will they be a bore. Lady, the first day I met you, Your eyes reminded of my childhood.

Are they more important than Emeka and Ngozi; Or they superior to Kunle and Kemi.

Convince me if you can That their nomadic businesses Are better than those Whose theirs are to grow Food and other crops; Cause many times at […]Are the lives of Musa and Aisha Better than those of Terfa and Kuma.

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I WAS VIOLENTLY SQUEEZED AND THROWN LIKE A PIECE OF PAPER INSIDE THE FOUR WALLS OF A DARK […]I BLEED GREEN I WAS BLINDFOLDED AND BEATEN BLUE BLACK. SHACKLES ON MY LEGS, CHAINS AROUND MY NECK, MY MOUTH GOT SWOLLEN THAT I CANT TALK BACK.

Chill and Relax is a monthly open mic Performance Poetry and Spoken Word event.

It normally holds every 2nd Sunday of the month in Lagos, Nigeria.

And I bleed green for the bald headed landscape That my great descendants will inherit As long as the Amazon and African rain forests Give way to monstrosities like the Lagos metropolis I bleed green for the bouncing bear bottles Brave enough to belly our sorrows in emigrating sips I bleed green to retone the faded […]I bleed green for the bald headed landscape That my great descendants will inherit As long as the Amazon and African rain forests Give way to monstrosities like the Lagos metropolis I bleed green for the bouncing bear bottles Brave enough to belly our sorrows in emigrating sips I bleed green to retone the faded I might not be performing this poem again.

So please let’s have a one night stand of how this country raped my dreams.

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