Poetry |Mortal Poisons & Cracks in the wall| by Tijani Sheriff Abiodun
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Bad character, Love of fame
Uninstructed loose gob,
Endless hatred
Ranging inferno flames
Are mortal poisons
Which set a distance
Between man and the proximity
Of the Lord of the world
Foul characters obstruct man's sight
From the blessings we are adored with
Mortal poisons
Are the very sickness of the heart
The diseases of the soul
Constituting an illness
Which deprives man of meaningful living
And rendered him Living-dead
Mortal poisons,
If you are not infected, you are affected.
Are the very sickness of the heart
The diseases of the soul
Constituting an illness
Which deprives man of meaningful living
And rendered him Living-dead
Mortal poisons,
If you are not infected, you are affected.
CRACKS IN THE WALL
Let pen bleeds words of truth
Caused by the sharpness of thought
To write and right cracks in the wall
Like an army with ammunitions at war
Let me narrate about the house of health
Where people could not afford the wealth
To wash and clean their sweat
As the theatre men lack competency
Only attached matrimonially to griffon-age
To slave our life cycle and then smiles to the bank
Where people could not afford the wealth
To wash and clean their sweat
As the theatre men lack competency
Only attached matrimonially to griffon-age
To slave our life cycle and then smiles to the bank
Cracks in the wall
Get me divorced from the dance to the tune of my right
Only to honey... The tea of men of connections
Cracks in the wall
Are impurities that darkens our minds
And limits our thoughts to our detriment
Get me divorced from the dance to the tune of my right
Only to honey... The tea of men of connections
Cracks in the wall
Are impurities that darkens our minds
And limits our thoughts to our detriment
Illusionist on a throne of lies
Soul-cather with a crown of fire
Power to heal fools they claimed
Only to poison and blind our minds
About the journey to the house of dust
Where we shall be raised and questioned
Soul-cather with a crown of fire
Power to heal fools they claimed
Only to poison and blind our minds
About the journey to the house of dust
Where we shall be raised and questioned
● Tijani Sheriff Abiodun (with the pen name: Abu Haneef Al-Atharee) is an undergraduate, who writes, edits and learns English professionally.
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