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 For long you maintain your Role, up there is your Palace  Doing your job like a man of focus  Never care who sees him or who tend to  throw rubbish to it.  Yet everything and everyone look up to the Sky. The plants prey for your visit , knowing fully that  every minute is a page to remember of your love. You never grow old , ever Green. Truly we humans can posses this virtue some day. You have children all round you, keeping you  Company. You have the Stars, you have the Moon and the Sun.  Truly those who don't have company are  lonely, lonely and dangerous. You have seen many generations , those who  think power is forever are swept away before  your eyes. You consider the cry of men by changing your Climatic condition. You are truly far away from the Earth. Reason  why the fog of men cannot reach you I love you SKY 

 I cannot do without you  I can boastfully walk without  Money, but not without you. You have made me popular  Even from far away, they admire and adore  me. Friends and unknown friends wish to see me because of the stamp of honour you have made for me. Tomorrow has no end as you stay bye me,  don't grow cold, still roll for me and dignify me. My heart and my desire stays forever as you roll for me. Roll for me to the sky, roll to all nook and crannies. Roll when I knock at  your door , roll  when ideas drop like fruits from it stem, Roll for me my best friend  Roll for me my BALL PEN.

Absolute power creepy down slowly. The beautiful onces are yet to born, while the ugly onces refused to die Absolute power creepy down slowly Power should not be tasted by all, inrespective of colour or age. Absolute power creepy down slowly. The elders should not destroy the growth of elder rather wisdom to keep them smiling together Absolute power creepy down slowly. One man standing others sitting stearing to stand a minute. Absolute power creepy down slowly.

My pondering had decimated my fears and had coloured my face with an unending beaut. Do not tell me not to ponder, tell my children to ponder in their meals and dry moments tell them to ponder. Tell them to ponder with the concise tell them to ponder about their future in it they will make good decisions. a decision that will colure their facéw with an unending beauty, this acts will beautify our environment. Tell them not only to look before they leap, tell them to ponder before they look. That they may not be lured with what they see. Tell our horns to ponder about the future where humans are valuable than gold where influence will be thrown at the back doors and the right of all with equal buttress. MEANNING of my poem: This poem teaches wisdom to everyone. telling everyone to think seriously before acting.Because some people blaim the authourity for their weakness. also in the parts of leaders. That they value life in all that they do and equal rights to all.

there are nights that the bat has not seen and we pray may it see it on it weak wings life of peripheral gestures darkness of destruction swinging hands of buttresses just to nib destiny unto bud. Do not consider your weak hands but consider and look vividly the hands of assistance, they washed your clothing in the morning with a costly detergent while at night, while at night, they stained it with blood.

Their words and actions are parallel which are clearly seen by the light in my eyes every man for himself they said but God for us all, i added by the light in my eyes Do what i said but don't do what i do is a clear picture which are seen by the light in my eyes. the light has filled my eyes with great light i can differ the good from the bad i opened my eyes to every wind that blew because of the light in my eyes i know i cannot be nib in the bud because the light in my eyes is all i can see, gleaming to the sky.

What music are you playing for the dying souls? You blind horns. You kept your home secured with an iron gate while you left your tools with an armor of destructions. You sang songs of promises, while your tools cows of destruction dances into wine and left their tomorrow under contempt. Power does not go to the grave, sing songs of good works because power is just a visitor to men.