Am Jos a Poet
Deep words yet shallow thoughts
Huge wars and few fought
Teach me to fix my letters
And my bears, be roots for haters
Oh darkness, I hate to see you cry
When the moon paves the way, why?
Safe me from the bitter tears
Of the black rain, that’s my fears
I am the shadow, afraid of darkness
We call it poetry, they call it madness
I pray thee, drop your manna
From thy basket of all virtues manner
Give me a ride to fight for glory
With zeal running slowly
Although too far is Ethiopia
Thy footprint leads to utopia
I might be tall in complexion
Am still black, that’s enough deception
Oops, why not we paint the sea Red
That mythologist will be well heard
Wash my eyes from myopia
That I may see sounds like onomatopoeia
Fill in me the missing rib
So in fame you be my grip
Bury me into Poetry
‘Cos Am Jos a Poet
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