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By Olajide Ojedokun



Take me to the street of music
Where melody fills the air
And rhythm rocks the home
Take me to the street of music
Where tears mix with joy
And laughter mix with dance
Where the only weapon is music
Where the only language is peace
Where chaos flees at the site of harmony
And embrace wines and dines in its canopy



Take me to the street of music
Where the breave works in harmony with the semi breave
And the minime dears not minimize the crochet nor quaver the quaver
Where the semi quaver stand in union with the demi semi quaver
And the demi semi quaver make's peace with the hemi demi semi quaver in the presence of mother treble clef and father bass clef right in the home of the grand stave



Take me to the street of music
Where movement is groovy
And silence is risky
Where the music is fast and slow happy and sad
Where the rule is unwritten
Yet has us all submitten
Where tango accords salsa its deserved respect
And bataa banters not in the presence of bale
Where the hippy hoppy nature of hip hop is in solemnity with the brake dance
And the rocky land scape could do nothing to subdue hard rock
Nor obstruct the movement of the soft rock
Where enchantment flows and glows in the river of jazz
And the deep blue sea echoes the praise of rhythm and blues
Where nothing is as high as high life
Nor as appealing as the apala
Where refugees loose their sorrows to fuji
And africans africanise americans and all others through the uncommon charms of the afrobeat
Where reggae is the spoken language of the rasters
And dance hall has its hall of dance



Take me to the street of music
Where the angelic voice of angelique kidjo kiss away our worries
And the soul lifting renditions of Asa assert's it's dominance on our inner beast
Where the rhymes of busterhyme rhythmically lands on the steps of our heart
And the twisting thong of twister twists our thoughts to itself
Where the beautiful folk songs of Beautiful Nubia gives us a sense of belonging
And timidity couldn't curtail the boisterous voice of Timi Dakolo
Where nostalgia is driven into our hearts by the heartfelt compositions of Nosa
And the lyrics of dagreen in our heart stays evergreen



Take me to the street of music
Take me in a blindfold so I won't know my way home
And when I finally get there
Burn the bridge

Beautiful piece. #teamilovepoems

sandrahnaub:
Beautiful piece. #teamilovepoems

thanks