ADUKE III Gloom has stolen My long cherishe jewel My smile is lost amidst the debris of our shore. Aduke, Shadows of parted memories Has finally casted an image of doom Upon our session of burning flames. Oke-oya Who shall tell the tales of a rugged past Of nature blooming in the purity of Innocence When The sun that lights our day Is a sudden fire and a lousy noise. Aduke, Where shall we celebrate Our honey moon When these times has swollen Dangerous, Vultures preys on worms (us) Aduke, Princes and slaves Are the same in the garden Of these mad men Cuffing us in the union of fear. Aduke, I cannot come there To sing you lullabies Like i always do. I cannot tell you folklores In the presence of happy wind. We cannot again lose ourselves in the Quest of knowing the secrets of our body. Aduke, in short: Happy days have taken A long stroll to hell. Aduke, I pray the wind delivers this note To you before being murdered or bombed For even the birds in Oke-Oya Are afraid to die. Under this cupped moments, Aduke, I say to you these words “I am yours truely, Ajani” Tohquality.
Posted on: Sat, 07 Jun 2014 04:10:32 +0000