FOR MY QUEEN'S PENNY.

Ademola Buraimoh

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Ademola Buraimoh

Monday 13 October 2025

FOR MY QUEEN'S PENNY.

For My Queen's PENNY

I was made homeless as i Journey both in Cold and hot Weather just to save my QUEEN.

# For my Queen's Penny,

I left my loved ones without a hope of coming back from WAR.

I Faced dangerous Animals who almost rent my soul like a sack CLOTH.

# For my Queen's Penny

I journey for days , years like the children of Israel , Even in the Wilderness.

MY mind was troubled like a little puppy in a Lion's Den as I was Caged up like a Dog.

# Even in Prison of the Enemies the moon & the breez in the Prison console me not to CRY.

I wish to have run back home, but the love of my Queen held unto my two feets even though I TRY.

# For my Queen's Penny,

I was made a slave Without a hope of FREEDOM.

Even as I run my way out of the cage to fight KINGDOMS.

#.For my Queen's Penny.

Mountains, wall melted as they behold my sorrow even as I pass through them at NIGHT.

On my Feet again as a warrior I FIGHT.

# For my Queen's Penny

I eat Unripe Fruits as Dinner EVERYDAY.

Am still on my way , I have a hope of seeing my Queen Once AGAIN.

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# Poem (2). # SHE WARRIOR.

# Brave and Fearless in the Battle FRONT.

Conquering many Battles , War turn by TURN

Her sword has Defeated and sent some bad kings to GRAVE.

She held her sword as a honour , her Sandal and helmet as a hero, and Fearless priceless was written on her BREAST PLATE.

# She has saved so many land with the edge of her SPEAR.

She has lifted many poor people and Cities from the river of FEAR.

But, Now she's been bound in rivers of Chain, beaten, every night , Fed with food meant for dogs , made a slave in beast TOWN.

Beaten with whip all because of the CROWN.

# Believing every night for freedom to save her LAND.

But alone here, helpless in Chains bound all for the Queen's SAKE.

Her hope was hinged on a STAKE.

Believing strongly foe freedom and home AGAIN.

# Fought many Battles and won many BATTLE

Saved human, slaves even CATTLES.

A WARRIOR who is fearless, strong and BRAVE

Here, Lies the enemy She has Killed helpless at there GRAVE. .

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#...... Poem (3). ...

THE RUNNING HART

# Shot Many times with an ARROW

Even as far as to the MARROW

Unable to Think of TOMMORROW

Not balanced and couldn't find HOME

# Taking refuge in hidden PLACES

Perceiving Odours from dead CARCASSES

Bruise on the face , leg and BODY.

A Place with grass and water is LOVELY.

# Thinking of the hunter and Death at any TIME

Even when there is a free path to the FARM

He has hope he will live Day by DAY

Even when the Hunter is seeking for a GAME.

# As the Hart parts and longs for water BROOK

So I pant and long for YOU.

Oh Lord, psalm 42 vs ONE.

A Little Noise , here again in the wood the Hart takes a Little TURN.

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