March 8, 2016 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION


Ogunniyi Abayomi



The beautiful peace of a nation



Behold the attire of colors,
the strength of your skin,
the dignity and pride of a
The values of thy resources;
thy wealth and income of
field and grasses a midst
clustered poverty and
starvation of greed.


Behold the flowing valley
of resources among the
penury of termite for
Your colors of integrity
in the art and shades of
lies to feed.


The beautiful forest of thy
a shelter for blood flow by
the legion of crises at the
roses of thy field.


Beautiful in the face of
patient at the storms of
discomfort for the blues
and rhythm of peace in
tatters of crises.


Silent are the strength of
thy character,
Listening to the words in
the moist and rust of
tricks for your crumbs.


Tales of generations are
mysterious survival of
hardship amidst the
abundance of the soil.


Hope on revolution and
our mind in the ignorant
script and testimony of
misery and criticism of


Solution in our hands,
bounded by the chains
of doubt at the move
of our feet.


Crying to the problems,
answers drowning away
to the blind sea of fishes
at the water of confusion.
Cultural beauty edified of
We are slaves to the
integrity and identity of


To change history on the
our minds are questions
of imagination providing
to feed nation without








Creed and moral verses in adversity



Seating on the pew at the
gathering of the masses,
opening the eyes and ears of
the soul to receive the
message of light by the belief
of thy heart.


Standing before the pulpit of
the truth,
the messenger and interpreter
of morality at the divided chaos
of ignorance and injustice.


Attention of divided souls at
the volatile atmosphere of
disorder and confusion.


Mild voices speaking to the
distorted thoughts and principles
at the background of fallacy.


Coming unto you who seek the
understanding of the unknown,
making thy ways right to purity
delivering from the shades of


To give thy brothers live not
placing demands for blood to
the beast of the hills.


We are saints on the field
of roses,
not sinners on the thorns of
weeds of destruction.









Ogunniyi Abayomi

I was born in 1991 in the city of Lagos, Nigeria where I today reside. My love for poetry is very strong whereby I consider it a page of my life. I am aspiring to create positive values as a poet to my world.


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