The Optimistic's creed by Drunk Poet

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The Optimistic's creed




Fate has choked on us 
Our life driven by wind on monstrous sea
Conquered by our friendly foes 
Invoking death and tears accompanied with plague 
On our fatherland 
Tonight, we bury our deads 
For the they have joined our ancestors 
Let us dress up our wounds for our visit
To the ancestors has been postponed 
Let us sharpen our blades and smoothen our spears
For this is just our prologue 
May fear not be the guest 
But the gods in their very best
As we sit round the fireside, 
May the gods ignite the fire inside
Sing! For this is the last dirge our lips would sing
Lay the young ones to sleep and sing them sweet lullabies
That they  may take shield in their tender dream
.
We fight back
Like Herculean with strength on
We write fate with ink on the clouds 
Commanding death on our foes like rain on pastures 
No one tell our story like us! 
Balogun David Tolulope {drunk poet} 
IG-@ace_da_drunk_poet
©️2017

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