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Late October Is Late by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace

Late October Is Late.
.
On crystal day when wind was soft as silk
The monstrous Crown gave out the Staff of milk,
Adorned with lion's skin in clothed wool like the
Celestial dress, thin powerful Staff, Thee–
which all hairs bow to pay revolt homage.
.
The Crown gave us the sky to multiply
Gave us our land to till and multiply:
To live like the immortal whale, to that;
We were free slaves in our motherlands' art_
It birthed us blood and we bathed with the blood
.
The Crown left 'n' gave us a Rock in Aso,
Their lips changed and war spread it wings, the soul
that lives shall die to the throne, turn by turn
the khaki men ruled and civil men scorn_
They've forgotten Demo-Cracy is we we–
.
Were we cracy to rule ourselves by selves?
We became the standing sun like the shelves
on the sea, fainting at noon, darkened at
night, October is late, twas where we start–
So we all became pile or tattered cards.
.
Blood flood at day, breath cease at night, the sun
shines at night, the moon outruns the bright sun.
All turned head to toe and poles became bent;
Eyes could see, lips could tell but none was sent_
October is late, we've unnotic'd our start.
.
"words from the innocent mind"
             Philip Peace

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