Micheal Ajani Poems

  • 1.
    I thought you gat my back like I do
    Blood on my shoes all for you.
    in the street we keep it cool,
    and with you much I thought I was good.
    ...
  • 2.
    It is so amazing,
    makes feel depress and so lazy,
    thinking comes when rejected,
    not a crop to be harvest,
    ...
  • 3.
    Are you to be blame?for we have done no wrong,for all our achievement,our success story,truthful telling,Godly living.
    Oh death what is this you have for us?is this not vanity,nothing worst than calamity.
    Oh vanity,oh death,oh death,oh vanity, is that what you have for us,despite the struggleness we go through,the thick slavery we undergo before freedom, now independent, to live a life free from agony, bondage, to us you now bring gift,a gift or a letter, a letter to bring our achievement to an end, a letter to be remembered by life.
    is it a letter or reward, is it the reward of our faithfulness,or for our sincerity,or what have we done wrong, just tell me.
    ...
  • 4.
    All is love, love is all,
    rolling like a ball,everest as tall.
    a gift from God, the sun that shine, the air we breathe,
    a strong feeling, hard to describe, if contracted no drug to prescribe,
    ...
  • 5.
    Are we to blame nature?
    or is nature to be blame?
    for our misfortunes,
    a world of obstacles,
    ...
  • 6.
    Jesus is the light,
    he walketh either day or night,
    neither quarrel nor fight,
    all his doing,never wrong but right,
    ...
Total 6 Poems by Micheal Ajani

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