TURN THE PAGE - A Poem By 'Dele Abiola

I dare you turn the pages of the age

I dare you tell us who is your sage

A saint sage who has never defrauded us

Look around southern-northern Poles of our coast

Show us who is for us

Show us who's for the wretched masses

Among them in this land of unease, 

Is there voice for the voiceless again?

The one who is not supporting Bandits

A stark religion bigotry

Full of rhetoric lies and covert evils

Talk more do little their watch word 

The generation of kill the best spare the worst

Criminals in corridors of power

Roaming round for insatiable greed

Accumulating from home to strange shores

They are not our nationalists

Who nationalizing everything in Sights for their foreign keep

From the pages of our history and moments

Who is your sage?

Good foundation and visions

Long lost to lust and power struggle

I dare you new era of nationalism must arrived

I dare you to arise and join

Or leave no hope for present and future

Here I firmly stand for a generational leadership change!

©Dele Abiola

Comrade Dele Abiola
Feeding a baby

#ENDSARSMEMORIAL: We Will Win - A Poem by Ola Olawale

 Day 7 Tributes

We Will Win

Pain before gain

Gain after pain

Work before Rest

Rest after work

Battle before victory

Victoria after battle

We mustn't relent

We Will Win

History will absolve Us

Standing here could be odd

It is not a place for everyone

It is a place for the selfless

A place of love and humanity

Not of gold and greed

Enduring but rewarding

We will win

Wake up the wretched of the earth

Rise the people of the world

Sitting is harmful

Rise and take your birthplace

Freedom won't come cheap

It must and will be fought for

It is a war

And We will Win

Our victory is certain

If we fight

Our freedom is certain

If we dare to struggle

We must not be discouraged

We must remain undefeatable

History is on our side

We will Win

We will win

Let unite and fight

We will win

Let all say no to injustice

We will win

Let raise our voice against inequality

We will win

The People United can never be defeated

#ENDSARSMEMORIAL: Together - A Poem by Ola Olawale

 Day 6 tributes

Together

This is our fight

And together we must

If you like stay on the fence

It is still your fight

If you like Japa(Seek Green Pasture)

It is still your fight

This fight is invisible

Our enemies are our brothers

Among them, we wine and dine

Clothed in our color of skin

but our interests differ

Unlike the era of Zik and the Pilot

The color was obvious

Just like the enemy

We the wretched of the earth

Must unite in our purpose

Fight hand in hand

And defeat our common enemies

We must defeat the division among us

And strengthen our commonplace

Humanity must be our drive

Among our enemies

There are no race or color

They are united beyond

The place of worship Or what we call God

Their goal is one "To Exploit"

In whatever form

And that is constant

We must unite

We must fight

We must defeat them

We must rise to power

Then we will rebuild and consolidate

This is not a child play

It is a war to win or keep agonizing

If we fight, we may win

If we stay on the fence

Then we have lost

History is on our side

Together we will win

Together we will sing

Song of victory

letter to the wretched of the earth

#ENDSARSMEMORIAL: Hoodlum - A Peom by Ola Olawale

 Day 5 tributes

Hoodlum

No one is born Hoodlum

It is the creation of the state

No one is born a destitute

It is the creation of the state

Where is our commonwealth?

It is in the hands of the greedy few

In nature, there is abundance for all

For the greed, it is never enough

Their quest for more has no limit

Hundred heads for the work

One hand for the profit

A drop for hundred mouths

Shower for a few mouths

In between hoodlums are the birth

The race for survival begins

Every man for himself

Communal Love lost

Fish feeds on fish

Brotherhood

 lost its Place

Make it or die trying

Beat them or join them

That is the song

Song of sorrow

The State and all of us

Must rise to our communal duty

that every child is ours

and must be cared for

for everyone to have a night rest

Tell the state to educate them

and not to keep them as political tools

They deserve to have a name

like me and you

Any child can be a hoodlum

Any hoodlum can be a child

It is just a matter of privilege

#ENDSARSMEMORIAL: Government Panel - A Peom by Ola Olawale

 Day 3 of Tributes and Tears

Government Panel

Government killing

Government setup

Government hearing

Government Judges

We be fool?

We no be fool

We be moron?

We no be moron

Who are these gunmen?

General said, unknown soldiers

Who give the order?

Lagos Oracle said, My hands up

We be fool ?

We no be fool

We be moron ?

We no be a moron

Lai lied, we were not there

General said we were there

The governor invites us

Lagos Oracle go mute

We be fool?

We no be a fool

We be moron ?

We no be moron

Government can't kill and give Justice

All panels are camouflage

Our eyes done open

And our ears aren't deaf

We be fool?

We no be a fool

We be moron?

We no be moron

Arrange panel

Arrange hearing

Give me the answer

Government arrangement.

Arrange Masters oooo

#EndSarsMemorial: A Genocide at noon - A Peom by Ola Olawale

 Day 2...of Tributes and Tears...

Poem by Ola Olawale

A Genocide at noon

We were singing

Asking for Justice

We were singing

Asking for freedom

We were singing

Saying end police brutality

We were singing

Saying end unjust killing

We were singing

For a just nation

We were singing

For an inclusive government

We were singing

With passion for the flag

We were Singing

Saying enough is enough

Suddenly the light went off

The camera got missing

The state is at work

Before the blink of an eye

In battalion, they arrived

Armed to the teeth

In battle mood, ready for exchange

With armless PATRIOTS

Soon, bullet here and there

life became lifeless

the song turns to sorrow

the smile turns to tears

All head for save haven

Hand raise hand in blood

Tears flows, from still breathing eyes

Mouth grieve for survival

See our brothers in Pain

See Our sister grieving

See Our Comrades in grave

A Genocide at noon

A Just cause

A lawful gathering of goodwill

A spot for songs of freedom

Turn a place of sorrow.

This Government is EVIL

#ENDSARSMEMORIAL: Tribute - A Poem by Ola Olawale

Tribute

See our brothers in pain

see our sisters in blood

See our friends in sorrow

See our Mothers mourning

Tears, Blood, and Sorrow everywhere

They murdered us in broad daylight

They silent our voice seeking freedom with bullets

What was our crime?

We ask for Justice

We ask for a better policing

We ask for an end to brutal killings

We ask them to stop killing our future

We ask for purposeful leadership

We ask for an inclusive government

That Was our Crime!

Is This a crime?

To the czar in government

it was a crime

They respond with battalions

And murder us off camera

They plan it all perfect

We will keep the tempo

We will keep the candle on

We will remain in the barricade

We will fight to finish

Your sacrifice won't go in vain

Keep resting in power

Patriots you are, not looters

Tribute to our brothers and sisters, colleagues and friends, who were murdered by the Nigerian State on 20-10-2020 while on peaceful protest.

Lesson from Kabul, a poem by Ola Olawale

Lesson from Kabul

Blood and war

Bullet for profit

Human Is a commodity

War is business

To what end?

The pleasure of the few

The pain of millions

The world is in pain

In need of a new order

But will the greedy few

Let the birth be?

No ! they won't

So do we stand and look

No! We take it to the battle field

Kabul is a lesson

That no one is undefeatable

It is just a question of time

To what ends is the battle of Kabul?

For the people or profit

An endless war with no justification

Than the propaganda of 9/11

Like Vietnam

They returned with shame and excuse

Wasting innocent dollars

At the expense of hungry citizens

To the citizen it was a waste of everything

To the state and her arm suppliers

It was a business that is no longer profitable

In the end to what ends?

A new world is at birth

A new world of common good

A world without war

A place for all not few

A Paradise of the working class

A world birth on idea of we before me

But this world won't just happen

Until the world defeat the enemy of Kabul.

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