Oracle's Voice

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words are not always on our lips we dig deep beneath the earth to breathe fresh ones & at times, they are reflections of the past Most time, we speak to generation unborn sometimes, we commune with unseen beings that is how we live our lives as poets.

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my throat choked & I gasped for words; Is this the land bought with our fathers' blood? I searched for my voice amidst my kinsmen but... gone! Stephen Oladayo Oladoku aka Oracle's Voice

Even on the rock, we shall grow.

Have you seen birds without voice to sing? come to our abode where we count our children in ashes.

the moon hid behind the cloud the candle light faded away a demon in my father's cloth called for romantic dance. Stephen Oladayo Oladokun

children of the sun black warriors in dark coats marching on bleeding soil shall we today find our voice in the air?

The fall of my shadow Ghost dancing in air My bones in pretty grave By Stephen Oladayo Oladokun aka Oracle's Voice

red lips, yellow toes and brown heads lovers of darkness, night workers hawkers of fire beneath gawns