Life is a game
Life is a game
The spectators are watching
The refrees are guiding
Keep to the rules
Never run foul of the rules
To avoid red card and early exit
Ensure fairplay to aviod caution
Avoid vicious tackles
You will enjoy the game to the end
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Be Good
Be a good person
Goodness has no tribe
Goodness has no village
Goodness has no other name
Goodness thrives on any land
In the desert
Goodness is oasis
In the wilderness
Goodness is a pathway
Goodness is required anywhere
It is food to man
It nourishes the giver
And gives happiness to the receiver
Goodness is pleasant
So be good
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Our Uniqueness
Why I mine created?
Why I mine living?
Luxurant vegetable
Knows its worth
In the garden
Lion's uniqueness
Is seen the jungle
The sun, moon, stars
All have their specialty
Ruling and reigning
In the skies
We all have our spheres
Where each one is endowed
To usher something unique
And make formidable impacts
That's why we are born
That's why we are living
That's our uniqueness
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I Want To Be A Lifeline
There is a line
Line that breathes
Line that grows
Line that gives life
That's what I want to be
Transforming lives for good
Wiping away tears from faces
Like Mother Theresa
I want to cloth the naked
Cuddle the downtrodden
Give hope to delude men
Turn the rejects to paragon
Paste smiles on squeezed outlooks
At critical moments,
I want to be a lifeline.
This is my dream;
That is what I want to be.
Help me, O'Lord
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The End Is Near
When you hear the thunder struck
The end is near
When you know people are unlovable
The end is near
When everybody is tribalistic
The end is near
When you know that the time has come
The end is near
When you hear the heavenly trumpet from heaven
And people dress in white garment
The end is near
So be alert
Drop your black garmment
Put on your white garment
Because the end is near
BY TEMILOLA ESTHER AREMU
9years old
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Let's Hope Today Remains
Let's hope today never slept
And the sun never set
Let's hope the sky remains bright
And the stars twinkle forever
Let's hope the jubilation continues
And banters are exchanged like currency
Let's hope we speak with a tongue
And the cardinal points are focused
Let's hope this convoy
Is like that of bees
Moving together to produce honey
Let's hope we are like a bunch of broom
That sweeps away debris from the land.
Let's hope today remains.
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Changed Destiny
Nature orderly sets the sky
Empowering sun as day king
And moon takes charge of nights
Stars are ordained as rays
All bringing joy to the world.
Alas! man came on board
Diluted light with darkness
Christened black as white
Turned the destiny of okro seed
Into a distateful gall.
Man created his own world
Cololured the natural peace
With total confusion
Setting brothers against each other
Bringing bloodbaths and hues
Into once peaceful world
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Third Coming
As the apostles expects the second coming
We are the pacesetters
Yearning for the third coming
Our faith is constructed on the third
The sound of janitor's bell
Revive our sinews of hope.
A new dawn is to be borne
When the martial jackboots
Will transmute to flowing gowns
Wait a while
Listen to the monitor's drum beat
Listen to the lyrics
Watch the footsteps
It is neither left nor right
The gowns may not flow
And third coming will be in abyss.
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Soiled Hands
Wash and clean your hands
My lesson teacher taught me
That it brings personal hygiene
I abide by this instruction
But as I traversed the land
As I looked around me
I amazingly see soiled hands.
Elders hands are dirty.
Kings finger tips
Are putrefied with red oil.
Servants hands are dipped
Into the forbidden pots.
Horrid and foul smells
Oozes into the air space
Floods of dirts overflow
Our dear mother land
Our treasures are vanished
Via our soiled hands
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Papa My Original Teacher
Papa is my original teacher
The strong tread
That ties me to the earth
Papa is my source
That conveys me
Vide the bumpy roads
Papa is my light
That illuminates my paths
Papa is my coach and guardian
Who to taught me to read world map
To avoid missing my tracts
Papa use of rods
Showed me how to cross the seas
He forsakes his merriment
To teach me about life
He schooled me to greatness
To exalt my horns
Papa is an encourager
Papa is my original teacher
Who tutored me to greatness
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