POEM: THE CALL By Adedoyin Adetutu
And the Man call Me a Terrorist just for the
LOVE i have for MotherLand. Shall i also take my leave and never to look back.
Become a coward like friends n foes.
And the Man cal Me an Evil just for d love i have for traditions. shall i also take a bow cos my culture is term as barbaric. Oh
gush! And become lost soul like them.
And the Man call Me a Right just for obedience
and ambiance of many loot. Calling me a good fellow for silencing my brothers and
clearing their doubt. So as to ride me high and low, far and near.
And the Man call Me betrayal of brethren.
Just for not partaking in Rape of my helpless and hopeless fatherly Home wives. Shall
i close my bloodshot eyes for the second time.
And the Man call Me crazy and senseless for
not accepting their God. Shall i forget Olodumare in search of your own. Optic
madness indeed.
And the Man call Me love amist these
thousand hate. I shall not mind what i take from here. Cos plenty hope have die
in place of Us.
And the Man call Me word, which words can't
just express. Lecturing in the presence of death. Still tolling night and day.
And the Man call Me Options, bart for cruel
and cronies. I shall give U, all you ever wanted. Without propagating error in
plain cloth.
And the Man call Me Bile, Just for noticing
billion of empty skull roaming our street. I shall give them light , equipping
their absent mind and Sophia as their tools.
And the Man call Me Today, asking that I
forget Yesterday, shall i also ship out tomorrow. Duity bound coaxing before
with later, become bride of Now.
And the Man call Me KURUNMI son of the
immortals. Carrying the sword of vengeance, truth shall be set ablaze this day
and deliverance shall birthforth.
Cause the Man call and I answered. So Me
became a burning plague gut in hood.
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