One-Five-Three

We will light the candles this time in memory of our fallen heroes no play of words as we express our grief once again we mourn silently. The morning we woke up to a northern blast thinking how long would this last in the evening we would regret so fast what remains of the labours of heroes past? light the candles from east to west hold your peace from north to south remains of our pride we defend in a continual quest no tears, no fears, deep silence...

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Our Conductor

What makes me tick? out of what would I pick What makes me sick? like gum would the thoughts stick Strings of the heart, a tune of broken chords, Searching for a song among broken records, rising symphony of the wind's harsh wheezing falling hopes of the audience increasing We sat and watched at the empty conductor's stand wondering if he respected our time or even his band we predicted who he'd be, well, at least a touch of class our conductor...

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Tribute to Femi Ademiju.

I remember your smile the last time we saw, so humble it beamed, covering every flaw. Your warm heart and demeanor I admired in secret, in a world of sorrow, your joy expression would defeat. many said you were hardworking, to that I concur, the days and nights of endless toil, never would it occur, that I'd wake one morn to hear that you're gone, "Never", I'd say, "Never!"... my heart with grief torn. The journey of life we know...

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