Poems from onegbujie1
George the third
Ought never to have occured
One can only wonder
At so grotesque a blunder
Alfred lord Tennyson
Lived upon Vennison
Not...
The poetry of the earth is never dead
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun
And hide in cooling trees a voice will run
From hedge...
I put my hat upon my head
And walked into the stand
And there i met anoher man
Whose hat was in his hand.
Our land is walled in tongues
And love within their walls
They share to suit their tongues
Kill to suit their tongues
And fight to sheild...
His mission to the city was clear-
Find fortune, make marks and have relevance
In their rat- race society.
Dead set to succed
He got...