Incriminating Love
If loving you is crime
Let me spend all my life
In stock and shackle
Let people have criminal
Engrave on my grave stone
I don’t mind the whirlwind
Or think of the hurdles
The atmosphere may be gloomy
I say no to its deception
And remain unwavering
There could be mountain of despair
That stands between us
Or impede our coming together
But I could cut stone of hope
Out of mole of despair
poem by Seun Bewaji
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