VOICE OF THE BOYS CHILD
VOICE OF THE BOY CHILD.
BY: BAMIDELE AYOBAMI LUKMAN ( TALKING PEN)
The boy was born
to the earth with shards of glasses on his ribs.
Human with a flesh,
sobs for a friend.
On the earth to be my flirty
Deep voice of the boy child.
Leaders of family,
pater familias,
soul of humanity.
I wasn't born to be a for the padlocks tied to against my speeches like histories of my fathers.
Need a light in this caved life.
Pardon me a new dawn.
Voice of the boy.!
Voice of the boy child!!
The sea of touristry
steals my the weight of a lack boy.
Needs the care of Queen Elizabeth because I hold a life,
I am a black soul not a stone.
Am not a beas but a man
Need a voice from everyone.
To be free from this prison.
On the day of every 11 November, I am celebrated .
Broach of the boy.
I am a boy owing to
perfection of a gold
Not a problem.
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