byFriends of Olawale

OLAWALE!

And we plan to mow

Today and tomorrow

For years we are yet to see

On land or on sea

 

We build in our minds

The life we want in the future

Not knowing whether we’d feature

Or not

 

We harrow the soil

In harrowing pains

Hoping to harvest its oil

What we shall call our gain

 

We give off hope

Like our own dope

Making others believe

Not knowing we’d leave

 

We sail through the storm

That we may stomp the yard

Moving to the rhythm of the sound

Forgetting our eventual cover; the sand

 

What shall we say to death?

With its blood stained sword

Of his final words

 

With love shared for all

Building his famed hall

To raise legends amongst us all

Only to hear of his fall

 

Heaven, rush no more

For we know you want us more

And we shall, at the appointed time

 

Oh Grave!

Shall we then cave in

And let our dreams be caged in

No! We shall live

And live well till you come

 

The lamp is out

But the light is in our heart

Olawale, fare thee well

Your voice is still here.

 

 

 

 

 


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