my poems
Death
to HIM we shall all go
In we,we all are created
For a cry of a house is a joy of another
For the cock crow tell our close we are
6ft under the ground
For every living must go
a call anounce at sunrise
and the called is to be 6ft before another sunrise
seeds of the called scatter but with serenity
willing to see there source one's more
before the flesh final leaving
memories of great people never go 6ft
for there legacy will always speak for them
nobody want to go
but everybody want to be there
in the unique
and everybody must go
LIFE IS WORTH LIVING
for his coming was giving a birth
and for his leaving demand a bath
A tree which is seed seed's is a tree
put uncover,clean and wreap in a white
then cover with the earth
all earth got left behind
for we all come with nothing
and shall leave with nothing
OOoo!!!! Adegoke
hard to say farewell
i'm the seed of thy seed
nameshare
as gone to rest
poet
Bello Sherif Adegoke
A CRY
The nation of the coal as raise
Not an easy road from the angle to the centre
Ooo! Obama has raise
Not only as a black but man from the unexpected world
Rise not as the leader of a nation
But of all nations
The hope of the black continent
Do the loveth mother pride
So the world may know
Good seeds come out from the loveth mother
Long are days live on hope
Long are days live on faith
Long are day live awaiting freedoms
Died are days of freedom cry
Here comes freedom
One are we
If known, we are a success
Great men are few
Great learn from defeat
McCain is great
A dream of yesterday as come to pass
The word of martin Luther is ringing
Arise
A cry from the mother
poet
Bello Sherif Adegoke