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A POEM - Ajijola Habeeb
With my lazy hands and slothful fingers
I pick up my amateurish pen.
A poem to amuse myself, I wished to write
And with it
Hopefully, capture a soul or two
With thoughts packed in punches
Fertile lines that breed off-springs
Rhythms dancing to the tune of its own beats
If my pen would show me how
I would love to write a poem
I would love to carve words
Into thought-provoking creatures
Feed them life from spilt ink
Flowing blood,
And bottled emotions
Watch them crawl, walk, then run
Watch them take up arms and go to war
I wish to start a battle to end all battles
if only I had enough blood in me
If I had the words
I would really love to write a poem
I wish I had words
For these tears that refused to flow
I wish I could tell my stories in a different way
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