DeepWaters

By Abayomi Oluwadare. The sun rises at the east, goes to sleep at the west. Bringing forth dawn, Painting the world at dusk. So does time fly, With buoyant wings like the eagles. Not waiting or lingering, We just have to keep up with pace. Or fall into a gulf, found wanting. Life's a steeple, With little or no time to spare. We're roused from slumber everyday, by the tingling morning bells. We face the days anew, Seasons come and go. A normal routine you might think. but with each passing season, draws we closer to the earth's hollow. Make winter's count now, Sow the seed in spring, Water in summer, Reap in autumn, Cause dear friends, these fruitful Seasons you might never see again.

THE WHEELBARROW BOY Often times I've wondered, What is the hope of the poor man in this country? If the poor can't pity the poor, then Where are we heading to? We complain of bad government, We say the rich are greedy and stingy. The poor man suffers everything because they find themselves at the bottom of the food chain. We are all struggling to survive. It is now survival of the fittest. So when the rich is done oppressing the poor, the poor ( crooks that work for the government) then continues to oppress the poor.           The wheelbarrow boy should be in school but he finds himself in the market place trying to meet ends meet. From the little he makes, the lazy aggressive poor man would tax him on it. He is been oppressed everyday. Not just him, but others like him. The water seller, the bus driver and many more.            The tax man wants him to pay but yet he discharges his customers when he can't pay. Then how can he pay? He works under the scorching sun for ju

Exquisite Candidate Denise Duhamel ,  1961 I can promise you this: food in the White House will change! No more granola, only fried eggs flipped the way we like them. And ham ham ham! Americans need ham! Nothing airy like debate for me! Pigs will become the new symbol of glee, displacing smiley faces and "Have A Nice Day." Car bumpers are my billboards, billboards my movie screens. Nothing I can say can be used against me. My life flashes in front of my face daily. Here's a snapshot of me as a baby. Then marrying. My kids drink all their milk which helps the dairy industry. A vote for me is not only a pat on the back for America! A vote for me, my fellow Americans, is a vote for everyone like me! If I were the type who made promises I'd probably begin by saying: America, relax! Buy big cars and tease your hair as high as the Empire State Building. Inch by inch, we're buying the world's sorrow. Yeah, the world's sorrow, that's it! Th

The world has been too quiet. Let us make some noise. Not just an ordinary noise One with the thundering sound Of an earthquake. Terror equips it's followers. GO! Destroy them!!! They go to hell, you go to heaven. For you have a great reward in heaven. Off they go. Sweeping through the earth. Casting their penumbra of joy, Their dark shadowy dance of triumph. They leap for joy, with laughter from the deepest part of their stomach. The young man climbing his ladder to success. The young woman whom found love again in her newly wedded husband. The Cadet who have been away from home hoping to reunite with his bride. The crawling child hoping to take his first step. The expecting mother, The farmer, the sick grandmother. The prisoner who just found freedom. The crying baby been cheered by his mother's smile. The little children playing in the streets. The little animal seeking for food and shelter. WAIT!!! The world has stopped moving. Terror reflects