Choice of gurt

Choose not this life of waste
Where it lead has not taste.
Hell bent on this follies
Crying to bring back those lilies
This road lead no were
But spike are grace here

Choose not our term
Because our race are deviant
We are stunt in on post
And our minds are made blank
Of brothers in arm,
we shall all meet at the river bank

Choose not the trends
Because Looks and words are tipsy
We drink from our gown of lame excuse
Bagging our protectors for mercy
Nay justice are fray by truthfulness
Hag on wise deeds and wards
Bases for gray sages

ply these part
Of junks and lunatics in ass
Choose even equality with taste of love
Peace is a value with no price
But jaw jaw and face the world
With high heels of peal and doors

Absent Minded by Adedoyin

These generations of vipers, what prove have you not?
Mimicking the world in shadow blind.

These generations of ingrate, What gift have you not?
Stealing the world of her diamond souls.

These generations of coward, when shall you fight?
Dancing the peace of hell in a sane circle.

Bet on my record and freedom shall berth forth
Bet on their lives and tears of crocodile shall you see
Bet on us and nations shall glow from our sweat.

These generations of swine, when will you learn?
Shorting thy eyes as the heavens slide by.

These generations of vulture, why feed on human flesh?
Opening thy mind and let diadem flow in.

These generation of eagles, where lay thy strength and vision?
Cos, I tell you all, we need thee now.

But when shall we trend this road of liberty
But how shall we dance the song of our heroes past
But who shall lead us all to these land we are promise……?

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THE HARSH CALL ……. By Adedoyin Adetutu

These generations of vipers, what prove have you not?
Mimicking the world in shadow blind.

These generations of ingrate, What gift have you not?
Stealing the world of her diamond souls.

These generations of coward, when shall you fight?
Dancing the peace of hell in a sane circle.

Bet on my record and freedom shall berth forth
Bet on their lives and tears of crocodile shall you see
Bet on us and nations shall glow from our sweat.

These generations of swine, when will you learn?
Shorting thy eyes as the heavens slide by.

These generations of vulture, why feed on human flesh?
Opening thy mind and let diadem flow in.

These generation of eagles, where lay thy strength and vision?
Cos, I tell you all, we need thee now.

But when shall we trend this road of liberty
But how shall we dance the song of our heroes past
But who shall lead us all to these land we are promise……?

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==== BORN BEST MEN ====

The generation that will have to come
will be better than those born
from the earth, from iron and fire.
Without fear and without much thought
our grandchildren will give you a hand
and gazing at the stars in the sky
say: “How beautiful is life!”
Will sing a song brand new
deep as the eyes of man
fresh as a bunch of grapes,
a free and joyful song.
No tree has ever given the most beautiful fruits.
And even the most beautiful spring nights
these sounds have never met these colors.
Will be born by us better men.
The generation that will have to come
will be better than those born
from the earth, from iron and fire.

Nazim Hikmet

==== BORN BEST MEN ====

The generation that will have to come
will be better than those born
from the earth, from iron and fire.
Without fear and without much thought
our grandchildren will give you a hand
and gazing at the stars in the sky
say: “How beautiful is life!”
Will sing a song brand new
deep as the eyes of man
fresh as a bunch of grapes,
a free and joyful song.
No tree has ever given the most beautiful fruits.
And even the most beautiful spring nights
these sounds have never met these colors.
Will be born by us better men.
The generation that will have to come
will be better than those born
from the earth, from iron and fire.

Nazim Hikmet

==== BORN BEST MEN ====
The generation that will have to come
will be better than those born
from the earth, from iron and fire.
Without fear and without much thought
our grandchildren will give you a hand
and gazing at the stars in the sky
say: “How beautiful is life!”
Will sing a song brand new
deep as the eyes of man
fresh as a bunch of grapes,
a free and joyful song.
No tree has ever given the most beautiful fruits.
And even the most beautiful spring nights
these sounds have never met these colors.
Will be born by us better men.
The generation that will have to come
will be better than those born
from the earth, from iron and fire.

Nazim Hikmet