Shall I tell?
I look into the eye
Of the baby called today
I speak of a lost generation
Waiting to be revived
I speak of raw stones
Waiting to be polished
I speak of time
Waiting to be captured
I speak of a future
Being mortgaged today
I speak of hollow homes
Fractured by the life’s demands
I speak of children
Left to their own devices
I speak of legacies
Being buried with the dead
I speak of tears
Becoming the norm
I speak of an unplanned future
Of a future I fear
If there are no sutures
Of love and care
Holding the present and past
Till at last we reach
The town of hope
© 2009 Derin Onokpasa
Till I believe
It won’t be real
Till I believe
It won’t hurt me
Till my heart comes to accept
That the voices out there
Are really the voices I need to hear
That the echoes or resonance of other’s thoughts
Echoes what should really be
Till my heart stops standing
Till my inner voice chooses silence
Over that which I know to be true
It won’t really be
Till I believe
© 2009 Derin Onokpasa
Two hearts
Two hearts we are
one love we share
The union of our hearts
Has brought our dreams,
Our lives,
Our thoughts,
Together as one
Ours isn’t just love
It is true love
And our love,
Will grow
© 1999 Aderinola Adejuyigbe (aka Derin Onokpasa)
CHANGE?
Shall all arise?
In one language speak
Shall color no more
Be the language of love
Shall we all wake in the dawn?
Bask in the sunlight
Rest at twilight
With frisson in our hearts
Shall the music of change
Bring a rhythm
That would last beyond the dance
With the message of chance
Shall the echoes of the speech
Ring true in our hearts
Deep beyond the reach
Of the human eye
Has the veil of color been moved?
Can ability! Can labor! Can sweat!
Be allowed to sift
The wheat of selection?
Shall the oven of color
Bake no more in the hearts of men
The inferior bread
Without recourse to the taste
Shall jobs be free for all?
Can qualified be demystified
Can stardom be thrown?
At random to all
Can we say?
As we pray
That `A Change has come!’
© 2009 Derin Onokpasa
Tell Father I cried
I cried for the loss of a father
For the loss of innocence
I cried for being made to grow up in an instant
For being told not to cry
I cried because I knew
It would never be the same
I cried for the loss of counsel
That only a father could give
I cried for children like me
Whose silent tears were never heard
For being made a shoulder
Whence indeed, I needed a shoulder
I cried for the burden of a mother
So young and timid
Her silence so loud, I could hear it speak
Agonies of her heart, no one would know
I cried for him
Death came too quickly
I cried for my tomorrow
With no father in it
I cried for the songs in the night
That only I could hear
I cried with all my might
Perhaps I might bear
The loss of a father
© 2008 Aderinola Onokpasa
Living
Life before us is like a drama
Our lives remain just a part
Or a character in the play
Who but great men live on
When mortality has fulfilled its course
Your deeds live on in the hearts of people
Your works speak after you’re long gone
Your name never would be forgotten
If on the sands of time
Your footprints show goodwill.
© 1999 Aderinola Adejuyigbe (aka Derin Onokpasa)
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