SELF-LED

SELF-LED

Isale oro legbin
(The root of wealth is filthy)
You can do anything heavy,
you can go for something dirty,
its a rule in the running
but I can stake everything on something,
that the wise men of then
couldn't have said money was in a den
that you have to play the character of devil
and adulterate your hustle with evil
in order to get a robust share of the worldly bounty.

They may neither be perfect nor holy
but in those days life was a reality,
the honor for nature was as well mighty.
Trace the length and breadth of culture in history
you should see what I am seeing...
and that is a new generation that is being guided
but by their own interpretation of their ancestors' wisdom
and not the golden rules that reigned in the ancient kingdoms.

DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA

DIFFERENCE

DIFFERENCE

Helter skelter,
here and there,
bustle, jostle and hustle
together with struggle;
why do we sweat yet not care
about the skin or the fluid?
It is the difference in these two
The life we live
and the one we want to live.

DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA

RACELESS

RACELESS

The sun in the day
and the moon in the night
are reasons for darkness
to admire and emulate light.

Man is powerful, also brave
enough to keep the world that he lives in
confined in his heart.
There is no light in there,
mother Earth was placed in darkness
by her favorite inhabitants.

Whatever man does to his nearest kind,
he does to the entire Mankind.
All lives matter regardless of the geography.
I am black and you are white
but we are human by being,
its just to make Earth a colorful dwelling planet.
The race is human not Negroid or Caucasian.

There is bliss in peace
as we shall see
 when the world is free.

DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA

LIFE OF REFUGEE

LIFE OF REFUGEE

THEY Were free from servil bond,
 neither gain nor found,
no regret after fall
having nothing he hath all.
Sleeping without tension,
dont care for thief's intention.
 life past in search of food,
lost education for livelihood,
people watch to hatred sight,
don't care to their right,
selling self-created to call thee,
what smile comes to get fee,
carvas seems like nation,
 always excuse to their passion,
we should learn how to command desire, which metals are better to hunger require?

---PRADEEP KUMAR

GHETTO TEMPO

GHETTO TEMPO

Days of hunger
are not much of banter.
At night, no shelter,
look at hope in shatter.
The length of the street
is the home so sweet.
All just to remain alive,
any life, just live.
There is an option, the strength
careless of the length
anything is stretched to a simple end
like living to see an actual end.
Everything is in need of mend.

What a life?
Is it a life?
Or what it lived?
Do not mention what to wear,
thats in another war.
At the mention of a basic item,
you just called on a gem.
For the present time of past inhabitants,
it shall all be right on the night.
Survival is just being a tyrant,
light is almost inevitable
at the end of the tunnel.

Hard things done in the hard way,
one day, someday
the hard way shall become the way
as against what it used to be.
There would be rain outside and warmth in.
There would be scorching sun and cool sleep.
Looking through the sky at night,
making it and breaking it.

DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA

ECSTASY

ECSTASY

This is the mystery that no one gets;
Everyone wants to be
what no one has ever been.

This is the thirst that can't be quenched;
I want to do what no one has ever done.

This is the treason
in which we all want to succeed,
individually though;
human wants the name God
when the Supreme Being is not announced gone.

It is the will, the unexplainable,
it is the mystery that no one gets.
Boy became man and man became monster.
This is the zeal for the throne on the universe,
the hidden agenda of the monster.

DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA

THE LANDS

THE LANDS

The road to glory is never flory.
If there is sunflower en route, it dries off soon
let alone fleur-de-lis of monarchy.
The end too is mostly blurry
with confusion and weakness standing as walls.
Its foggy en route, the vision is nebulous.
The big qustion is; how do we make it through the maze?
In actual sense, the maze and the fog are illusions.
Your destination, your dream is the only reality.

See the journey as inevitable and someday...
you shall find yourself in the land of fulfilment
way beyond the land of promise.

DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA

WE BELONG

WE BELONG...

We belong to a planet so kind.
We belong to the home of life.
We belong to a continent so natural.
We belong to the origin of humanity.
We belong to a nation so blessed.
Yet we suffer so much.

We belong to the greatest race of life.
We are the custodians of wisdom.
We are the beholders of knowledge.
We belong to Man and his kind.
We are the bearers of hope.
Yet we chose to be cruel.

You and I belong to mother Earth and humanity
and everything in reality.
But the quest for authority
over either entity
erased the fact of origin
and is now feeding on the bond
between human and being
and therefore weakening the link
between the biology and sociology of Man.

DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA

TRANCE

TRANCE

Solid and scanty are words and actions that ooze out of real men.
People of the right, always looking up upright.
Astonishingly bizarre is how different people see different things
in the sayings and the doings.

Sordid and stour is the contemporary trance,
the bent drive with which men manipulate facts,
put it in fractions so that numerous factions
shall follow in oblivion.
Now, almost all see same things which is the well covered lies.

The streets were well built,
everything was firm and real in their own place
until we chose to murder reality and nurse...
our nebulous situation.

Dauda Onawola
IG d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA

WRITE LIFE II

WRITE LIFE II

Thoughts may never get loud enough
but you can read my writings
at least for reading sake
and with the stars shining
your mind gets aligned
with that of the poet,
together then, we flow.

Induced by emotion,
dark or light, so they write.
The mind drive, pulse to pen,
Ink, the conveyor
onto the paper then screen.
 I can even pick that,
paper to screen,
which and when.
Oh my bloody pen,
that is work to do,
to choose for life is not a bad idea.
There I bear life and here I bear word,
you live and I write life.

Dauda Onawola
@onawolaDAUDA
IG d.phinix

STOUT GLORY

STOUT GLORY

Still alive and not dead.
Humility plus life on a low key,
that is contemporary nobility
and so be it.
The rich and young, they roll things.
The young and poor, they are not cursed,
they are just in the condition
that forms the core of the battle of mid-life.
Drifting around the metro, life on the move,
journey non-stop to see places and meet people
...then see much as possible of life.

Ghetto born soldiers,
I mean those ones that fight seen and unseen,
battle all days with no night
with blood filled eyes, Warriors
together with the thinking rich youth,
they set the motion.
Retardants are the prodigals.

Man is to live for the next days
though they might never come
but if eventually they do,
Me and my people shall leave with stout glory.

Dauda Onawola
IG: d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA

ROYALE

ROYALE

I can see you from a distance.
Right there you can pick a stance.
You are here alone,
you have done the work.
I have seen love in your eyes,
innocence as well but that so faint.
But I understand the generalty,
something tainted all of our minds.

You have found me and I can see you.
With my emotion and attire wide spread,
I drift sluggishly towards you.
Hasten no longer,
take a majestic walk to me.
You are in a palce
where no man could get to
in my wild thought.
Our physical meeting
royal shall it be.

DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA