POEM: AURELIA FOR SOME KLASS OF MEN

See their face radiant as the Arabia Oil. Faces in the crown but there's glowing as time dance by. Beauty below and above yet bile shear in years past. Spirit so free theirs spear in division. Laughing with fangs fix in between their skins, rejoice at their victory the back snapped incorporated.

Here we are the chosen one's, many where call but few there stand the heat. Men with balls, women with wombs. Yes some came in single but left in double, we had ours's but inconsistent cripple some actions. Classes of clan where clowns, clicks, buddies and sure P roam our street keeping Us miles in part.

Aurelia yes we have those with six inches plus six packs members. Our own little serf stand amidst Us, in oppose of who we are?
Some of you I know will sail the ocean blue in search of Eldorado, I ask Eledumare YOU find that land of great myth. And some the white land of mafia's in search of black gold but still many will till the land of the morning sun, their nails soiled in red sand mix of bloods and waters.

Pardon my novelty and my glue of word less i say these things and yet loss my speech still. Realism so sweet but ours swallow, civility my friends the part we must toil.

Please clap your hands cos today is our day, and tumor-row yours for the taking.
My word may be mix with work, bewitches you to blind and follow still.

My brethren in white and shine cloth whose teeth glows in dark close. Remember civility our nice quote in them off cos morality still come close. Thy pen has bleed of ink in search of grade that clear coast for what you know is mire cost.

Aurelia they said got the price, yes nobles in prime nor prima facie. Your worth in course bend over the sage and then a circularly causal thy teacher will say. They said there is joy in madness that only mad people can understand, my friend be mad be mad i said be mad cos it take a madman to be different.

Yet the work we so much seek was the reality of yesterday world. Stolen in time by cluelessness cream with the Hands of corruption. This the real world where mortals savage like beast the room of our real self. So my noble friends ride not that wagon of wakapass, hide and seek, jack and Jill and the game that people planplay in the real world. Cos reality is a lovely place but nobody leave there.

Remember my names like Rome rings a bell. Remember my face as Venice come to mind. Tomorrow may come and i become the song you sing and next a dance to You for victory as such. Cos My voice  will clear some coast yet my name rhythmic in class of MEN.

Byegone not buyguns an enemy for Us. Energy dispense in fear not long gone. Less we join the clubs of these fail generation. Fail but sit not in failure cos see i not a man perfect as Yeshua. Dust your files and fight in struggles or you join my plight and fight this struggle. Still Some learn for strut days and some the raining and sunning days, some for mainstream, some for minstrel, some for frustration. Yet seasons shall be our judge.... 



Written By Adedoyin Adetutu,
For the graduating class of
Obafemi Awolowo University Political Science;
AURELIA KLASS '12 ......