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UNTITLED


      UNTITLED

lost in my thoughts,
I have no idea
of what my pen
is saying in this verse.......

What is the meaning of life?
why do I strive so hard
to protect this precious life
that I will one day loose?

Lost in this strange world
Oh!!!!!! I hear voices
haunting my thoughts
probably I'm losing my mind
Or not, its just
me thinking.........

These words 
haunts my sleep
they keep reflecting
in the eyes of my heart...
O!!!!!!!! this is hallucination 
...........................
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What exactly is my point?
The world is mad,
forgive my language
the truth must be told,

Like an adage,
Think about this;
the law was made for man,
not man made for the law.....................

True love comes from the heart
Giving is not to impress or for 
public praise and applause,
Giving is anonymous...........................

Like I was saying,
The world is mad,
I'm losing my mind
amidst this madness

Why do I call you black,
while I call me white?
I heard black is beauty,
but who created race?

unlike poles attract,
while like poles detract
If you get my point,
then read all over again
This world is indeed mad

How can I make sense
out of this nonsense?
I laugh bitterly in this insanity
I am losing my humanity,
where is the love in my heart?

Oh I saw me crying
and I asked Me
why I was crying,
Me said;
Oh friend, You are going insane,
you are losing your mind,
too much burden to bear,
so much to talk about
in this mad world
Oh You!!!!
save Me,
for I am drowning in my SCATTERED THOUGHTS

 

 

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Drummer Boy

BIO DAVID ADEJUMO is a Poet, Essayist, Writer and a Custodian of the Yoruba Culture from Ogbomosho South, Oyo State, Western Nigeria. He was born and bred in Kaduna State, Northern Nigeria and he spent his teenage years in Abuja where he grew and develop his passion for writing as his father was a studious man who had his personal library at Home. Due to the environment he grew up in, He developed passion and love for writing and reading. He completed his degree program in History and International Studies, from Bowen University Iwo, Osun State Nigeria in 2017, afterwards he moved to settle in Accra Ghana. He has been published on Pride Magazine, Tuck Magazine and many more On line Magazines both in Nigeria and Abroad. His poem THERE WAS A NATION was also selected as part of the annual Chinua Achebe Anthology in 2018. He wants to use the power of his pen and paper to inspire and motivate millions worldwide and to also restore Hope and freedom to the Black race. Listen to the songs of the Drummer Boy

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