Josh Berry World

Let out bomb-like cry like a pinned dragon, Opened it virgin mouth like a thirsty buffon, Crumbled among oppositions and social dragon In a ruffled struggle for wealth and honour. It let out witch-like cry during it conquest for power, It craved and mingled with 'Paul' and 'Silas', Ran into the fame but out like a soil tiler, With nothing to write home of, Not even with a 'Papyrus'. It sailed all days through oceans of troubles, He ran through miles like banished turtles, Just in search of health and wealth clues. But in return it got a bunch of dead glues. When will the smoke cease, when will fire faint...? When will the bottle see itself, and ease it pain...? Kindle no more fire, smoke not again. Let Joy, Fortune and Happiness be reward for the game. C.2017 Adeyemi Joshua

Thou has been our saviour, Though we've been bewitched by different savours. That emanates from thy armpits, Pulling along with it, our infamous wits. The product of your skilfulness, Has stirred in us readiness. To war against food-stupor, Even if indirectly we're tasked by the law. Like the yellow sherbet ball, That gives untamed attention to the winter's call. The seat on which you abode, Bear to us variant valuables we can't afford. And the ignominous status of your delivery, Heartily give our thoughts laundry. Many say 'You ways aren't settled', Never mind: The scorching of the fire is severe for the kettle. They often remonstrate of your health, But they know not that it brings death to our dearth.        Sa wo! , iwo erin sa ni wo tin fon,        Keep playing till their is no chance for fun. C.2017 Adeyemi Joshua

                   Wealthy fruit of                     healthy fools                    Maker of life,                    designing strife.                   Tent of struggle,                  Pioneering peace.                   Giver of hope                  Retreiving peace.        ...