I AM WATER — A Poem by Dele Abiola

 I AM WATER

I am water

I'm the delight

Of all kids 

To Play with

In all ages

I am water 

I am friendly 

Quench your thirst

I satisfied wholly 

Seasons and times

I am water 

Take your bath

Cook your food

At your services 

I am useful

I am water

Truly really gentle 

Friend to all

I fight none

I've goodly currents 

I am water

Stretch out arms

Swim for pleasure

And good health

Swim for medals

I am water

The God's Spirit 

Hovers over me

I am live

From the ancient

I'm raining water

Rinsing the earth

For bountiful harvest 

I sustained all

Plants and animals

I am water

Abode to endless

Species of creatures

Celebrating in deeps

Operating in colonies

I am water

Easy going always

Never loose guard

Dare me at

Your own perils

I'm 'flowing water

I am resilient 

I am persistent

Never give up 

Breaking the rocks

I am water

I'm not destructive

Obstacles and refuses

On my route

Are the evils

I am water 

of great rivers 

Arere and araba

Of rambling trees

Can't withstand me

 

I am water

In every fight 

Destructive fury fire

Overwhelmed by shame 

Bows before me

 

I am water

I spare none 

In my path 

For I'm water

With forceful currents

I'm deep water

Speaking to deeps

Let the deeps

Drink from roaring

Deep deep water

Composed by Dele Abiola

For the Students of 'A1 PREMIER MODEL ACADEMY LTD, OSOGBO, OSUN STATE 

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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: LETTER TO MY BROTHERS IN UNIFORM - A Poem by Ola Olawale

Tributes and Tears: LETTER TO MY BROTHERS IN UNIFORM

In uniform lies your power

The power to kill and mute

In uniform lies your power

The power to repress

In uniform lies your dignity

The dignity to be human

In uniform lies your courage

The courage to stand tall

If you don't know, know now that

This uniform is a symbol

This uniform is an authority

This uniform is a collective power

The power to protect not to kill

The power to serve not to exploit

The power build not to destroy

But the stories are otherwise

If you don't know

The system has caged your voice

The system has muted your tongue

The system has enslaved your mind

They make you see your brothers as enemies

And your enemies as friends

And fighting, those fighting your battle

And to what ends?

Outside the uniform

Your pains are mine

Outside the uniform

We both live among the

Wretched of the earth

From hand to mouth

The market price and bills

Has no regard for Uniform

Our needs are uniform

The Uniform makes no difference

Your children like mine are out of school

Your graduates like mine are jobless

Our roads are death trap

Our hospitals are mogul

The drop from the illicit

Won't make you any difference

Reason out of Slavery

Think outside the box

Only if you know that

Those you protect are your enemies

Those you murder on order

Are your true friends

Because they speak where you are mute by duty

Dear brothers in uniform

Join the battle for freedom

Not against it

Come to the side of Justice

Move to the side of humanity

Defend your friends

Battle along with your friends

so together we can defeat our common enemy.

#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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Prayer for my students, a poem by Dele Abiola

Poem for my students

Like a Shepherd,

The LORD leads the humbles

To the still and clean waters

Satisfying souls till eternity,

Lead me oh Lord.

Like a rock of living springs

Is everlasting arms upholding the just

Never will they be moved

From age to age before foes

They are Shepherd's delight.

Like a sheep in Shepherd's arms,

Guide, protect and provide,

Lead and direct in pleasure pastures

That lack and want be away

Dear Lord I pray.

Composed by Comrade Dele Abiola For the students of A1 PREMIER MODEL ACADEMY, LTD.

Osogbo, Osun State.

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