Isoboye Danagogo writes

Juveniles...

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This religious and political lens,

And tribalized social vices,

Won't allow us to see

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Today, to tomorrow's view

We are a tool for wealth creation.

We are heaven on today's earth.

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We are ample maize;

Soiled to see the future amazed.

We should not deteriorate;

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Let us tell them they are inaccurate.

So bring together not segregate

See how they'll see us as pates.

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We are tomorrow -- let's start with today

To be productive not to be restive.

We are tomorrow -- let's start with today

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To be mindful not to be deceived

By their bucks and metals,

Though indigents covet insurgents.

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Though indigents exploits our thumbs

Let's live not to die again,

Because we are lively.

Mother Maize --  Linda Storm & Pablo Perea

Isoboye Danagogo writes

your 'CRONY' your 'IRONY'

It is not all haggles; 

Inlet vendors cackle. 

Friends are nest, 

They covet and privet.

They impact and depart. 

Some fill and steal. 

Some are snakes,

Gone as you shake.

Some are paper; 

They are tasteless like water. 

It is not all grief that's brief. 

Some are jugs that fill your pains.

Some are hugs, they stay close. 

Some get closer to stay true. 

It is not all smiles

That gleam the teeth.

Some friends are better than brothers; 

Some brothers are more than friends. 

Some are bowls; 

All they needs is fills.

Some are nefarious; 

They do everything too serious. 

Some are very sincere; 

They live insincerity.

Some are so truthful 

They do things falsely. 

It is not all smiles; 

Cheek has to emulate.

"If the rotten tooth in the mouth is not removed. 

The teeth have to chew with caution."

#Becarefulofwhoyoucallfriend

 

Isoboye Danagogo writes

I Never Knew

Piths of epitaph
Could place many so decorated
All I knew, was blood
And strop of lying corpse,

Soaked in lifeless pools
Rhythm of guns aratataratarta
Melodious blast grenade splits skins
Kind mind bombs greet sleep
GAZA where suffer smooth stress

Terror strim starvation
Dying bed, sleep on so sleeplessly
I wish I knew
How deep scarves surface

Pill living from the famine skin
I saw hell embracing heaven
Night and day, slay before terror
Good morning between bad ageless noon
GAZA burnt too smelling
Behind my worries I left suffering
Before me I tasted the uncooked tears
Boiled my sorrow through a cry
I was filled so empty, with breath of good war
Good people were killed by good violence