Uttered in gentle breath dismay calm brooks isolated in unruly spleen
Could take truce but not any longer
Where charge in no longer alien to the shore of minnowing sandbank
Of bolaji deaf to mute but that she tilts
With amazing steel,at surmounted agony's peripatetic wads;
Who,all as frail turns the infinitesimal into behemoth at wondrous wheels
Not with martial scorn did they clamatorial birds clamatores dine with him
Upon the bridle of beaten hands not forgotten afray
Dutch courage frozen outside only to be implicit
At reaching white power whose dexterity too
In the survivalist approach was no mean desperate fest of I'll gotten feat
Evades it :Bolaji she yells at his sibling's
'I almost called you to confirm my dress of badly ignored fears bit and bit than my action to swear.'
His deceptive visage beats her down their frenetic pace
And twixt them farce underneath his cudgel,whose lineage
An unbeatable genuine burst in brothers allegiance
Still not mired in the harrowing dunghill of intermittent spittles
From bolaji hit him white power
Of stout avuncular who took the matter holistically
Even with the allegations against white power by black power
Bolaji did not bicker nor revenge nor sarcasm.
Who hears the clannish clank of distant bells were it not heard by bolaji?
Or better still discern the clickety clank of wagon rails prior to the musing point as to the vanishing point?
Not his clans women to decipher the clapper law of this feministic clapperboard.
Yet as obdurate as she was rushed and
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