First Gong Vol. 8: Thrust FIRST GONG 8 THRUST

PLAY MAKER - Akeem Adetayo Oyalowo . (Winner poem of the month) He is the maker of my state A master playmaker Asked to excel Became a rebel Prayed for to be a warrior Now he’s harvesting preys I make mistakes in dozens Twelve of them at once Like disciples on a stroll Walking across a sea with no other color than red The shores told tales that they came back well-fed Forget that they were forced Forget about that class, forget you were first Papers do nothing, who do you know Impeccably dressed, impeccable English That is not the make of any honorable I know He is the maker of my fate Powerful in a way that is perplex I will not bore you with a tale, my story is complex Just find me a moonlight, promise me the sun at dawn Garnish it with silence It makes everything perfect Idumota was left to itself Atop the bridge springs forth boutiques with floors for shelves We may find thoroughfare hard to come by But the prices are cheap, so I am encouraged to come buy So leave scarcity of space a problem for sirens to resolve When the president comes to town, normalcy is dissolved He is the winner of my game A brute of a tactician Brothers become united against their friends Temples are ignited, faiths have to follow the trend Ablutions, then absolutions Redemptions, followed by what men will not define as revolution If hence a thief emerges 71

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