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Street Of Lagos

This is street of Lagos
one of the greatest city in
Africa.In the street layed
the crowd of the country
it is known as a meeting
place for all ethnic.
This is Lagos.

This is lagos in the street
sit the beggar, beging for arms
the noise in the streets can
rise the dead from the grave.
Fights at the end of the street
day by day, as the leaves
fall from the tree day by
day, that is how people fall
down in the street.
This is Lagos.

This is Lagos, the traders
advertise their products
with sweet voices.
Trucks in streets, go
Slow is the order of the
day.At the order side of
the street stands the
policemen extorting
Money from the buses
drivers.
This is Lagos.

poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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This Is Lagos

'This is Lagos'!
And you have to be very careful to learn from what you see,
For life over here is faster than Harlem in New York!
And it is faster than the bee as well.
Life is very hot and rough over here in Lagos,
But it goes along with the wise and the fool;
Since the people are always ready to share with you.
'This is Lagos'!
And it is too real to believe what you see at times;
But this place is still part of Nigeria.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Rhyme Of Lagos

Lagos, City of the idle
Here I come, to join
in this struggle,
Tho' you pretend to be busy
But life here isn't easy,
A decade is long enough
time to be away from home
But here in lagos, I still
find hope.

poem by Efe Benjamin
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Oshodi

The sighting of an elephant
Is beyond sight seeing
Eagle's flight is incontestable by hawk
Greatness is above physique
Oshodi is a unique land

OShodi is sleepless like a duck
Oshodi a rich land like the ocean
No land can boast of your wealth
Human heads spread like trees
Legs are like grasses in the savannah

Oshodi, the nerve centre of Lagos
Traffic hoots ceaselessly
Merchants thrive like a palm tree
Planted at the river side
Only the industrious survives in Oshodi

Oshodi has two faces
Oshodi-Oke is at the top
Oshodi-Isale is down the bridge
Strangers are confused where to disembark
Ceaseless hooting confuses newcomers

Oshodi the entrepot of Lagos
You are like the internet connetivity
Pointing to other parts of Lagos
Oshodi is a melting pot
Your identities are mixed
Who ever comes to Lagos
Must pay you homage
Oshodi is a unique city

poem by Babatunde Aremu
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Denkyria

Denkyria beauty,
Denkyria works of arts!
But in Pennsylvania with my muse to look for my lover;
Because, i last met her in Lagos (Nigeria) !
And, at a place called Maryland in Lagos;
However, the sailing boat brought me here to look for her.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Baobab

I am a man from Ajejule,
And i an now taking a rest under a big baobab tree;
For my life in Lagos has taken its toll,
And i am now like a tired bird in the sun.

I am a vegetarian and i am lonely in the ghetto,
But very quiet and peaceful like the genealogical records of mankind.
One day i will open the door with the golden handles,
One day i will come to you with my sweet love,
But my life in Lagos has taken its toll.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Dunbar

This signal of your love and this signal of my muse,
It was joy when i heard of your words!
And like a visit to Lagos in Portugal,
But, i had the same experience in Lagos (Nigeria) some years ago.

Heavy metals and simple words,
Down the riverside to wait for you;
And like Dunbar your friend in the land of many waters!
But, thousands of flowers and candles are needed over here like,
The soft meat in the land of sweet songs!

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Lagos

City of noise, fumes, dirt and corruption
City of beaches, money, luxury and lust
A city where your wisdom is lost
Where serenity is covered in sweat and blood

Lagos will disregard your identity
Hires blind men as tour guides
Desperate hours in internet cafes
While the gambler awaits his reward

The souls of men held hostage in hotel rooms
Privacy is non existent
And loneliness is right by your side
Your sleep is surrounded by tears and sorrow

Lagos the city of false dreams
Salt on the open wounds of insignificance
Morality lost during nights of surrender
Among oppression hope barely survives

Dreams of a land in the distance
Remain unfulfilled in a cloud of promises
Promises of a better tomorrow
Only found in the arms of true love

poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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A Lame Man

A lame man from Lagos

married the princess of Madagascar

and went to Hawaii for honeymoon

with a Havana cigar aburning

And a spark from the cigar flew

transported by some uncanny crew

wafted by the waves of the cosmic wind

till it blew up Troy and Hiroshima

in a flash

A lame man from Lagos married the princess

of Madagascar

Hah HA

poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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On The Street

On the street
On the street
O, O, On the street
On the street
O, O, On the street
[Everybody dance]
[Watch for the difference]
On the street
{Breaking on broadway]
O, O, On the street
[Shaking on sunset strip]
On the street
[Like nobody booming supporting that]
Da, da, da, da, da ...
On the street
On the street
Dancing
On the street
On the street
Dancing
Dancing
On the street
On the street
[Twisting on the turnpipe]
Dancing
On the street
On the street
On the street ...
Da, da, da, da, ...
Dance on the street ...

song performed by by Madonna
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On Yonge Street

See the people walkin up and down
See the people movin all around
On the streets of my hometown on yonge street
Longest street in the world they say
Summertime soon slips away
I hope Ill see you one fine day on yonge street
Everywhere you go in a city by the lake
Back there in the flow you may give a hand a shake
Everyone you pass seems to wanna say hello
Even late at night on the freshly fallen snow
See the children jumpin all around
See the parents looking up and down
Upon the streets of my hometown on yonge street
Its a mean street if you choose
Its a lean street when you lose
An in-between street when you cruise on yonge street
Everywhere you go in a city by the lake
Youll be sure and find its a case of give and take
Everyone you pass seems to want to say hello
Even late at night when the streets are all aglow
Its the longest street in the world
With the most feet in the world
Another street where boy meets girl on yonge street
See the people walkin up and down
See the people movin all around
Those are the streets of my hometown on yonge street
Everywhere you walk people almost say hello
Even late at night when the streets are all aglow
On yonge street
On yonge street

song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Horror Race

As the dusk gave way to dawn
I was trekking on my way home and I saw
a lifeless body with flies hovering over it

The vacant eyes told a story
A story of horror and inhumanity,
The body would be there for days
On the Lagos Streets

Here I am in London
Watching the same horror race,
Teenagers totting guns
Felling young men under hails of bullets
In a horror race,

Rain of tears fall from my eyes
As I watch parents burying an eleven-year old
Killed before he understood the world
In this horror race

Mankind hides under religion,
He hides under all sorts of pretences
To commit atrocities

From Lagos to London to Kabul to Baghdad,
Mankind needs redemption from this horror race

poem by Martin Ayanbare Ayankola
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Dead End Street

Theres a crack up in the ceiling,
And the kitchen sink is leaking.
Out of work and got no money,
A sunday joint of bread and honey.
What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.
No money coming in,
The rent collectors knocking, trying to get in.
We are strictly second class,
We dont understand,
(dead end!)
Why we should be on dead end street.
(dead end!)
People are living on dead end street.
(dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
On a cold and frosty morning,
Wipe my eyes and stop me yawning.
And my feet are nearly frozen,
Boil the tea and put some toast on.
What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.
No chance to emigrate,
Im deep in debt and now its much too late.
We both want to work so hard,
We cant get the chance,
(dead end!)
People live on dead end street.
(dead end!)
People are dying on dead end street.
(dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
(dead end!)
People live on dead end street.
(dead end!)
People are dying on dead end street.
(dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Head to my feet (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Hows it feel? (yeah)
Hows it feel? (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)

song performed by by Kinks
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My obligation as president, and what I promise the country, is that the courts will be able to do their job free of all pressure.

quote by Ricardo Lagos
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O'.. There Comes My Fiancee!

All the teen boys playing in the street
Stop their play and suddenly turn into adult!
On that street side in the fading sunlight …! !

Even the swaying elderly men
Tries to steady them throwing the stick!
On that street side in the fading sunlight …! !

The ape which jumps tree to tree
Made its mind to sit on the wall watching!
On that street side in the fading sunlight …! !

Even the drivers of speedy vehicles stop
And look keenly at the sides of speed breaker!
On that street side in the fading sunlight …! !

All the teen age girls are disgusted,
And discouraged at their sight on the platform!
On that street side in the fading sunlight …! !

O'.. I see! There comes my fiancee!
On that street side in the fading sunlight …! !

poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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This is not the Chile we want to build.

quote by Ricardo Lagos
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Dancin' In The Streets (live)

Hey, comin' out around the world be ready for a brand new beat
Oh, summer's here and the time is right, oh, for dancing in the street
Dancing in Chicago (dancing in the street)
Down in New Orleans (dancing in the street)
In New York City (dancing in the street)
All we need is music, sweet music (sweet, sweet music)
They'll be music everywhere (everywhere)
They'll be laughing, singing, music swinging and dancing in the street
It doesn't matter what you wear just as long as you are there
They're dancing (dancing in the street) oh oh
This is an invitation across the nation the chance for folks to meet
There'll be swinging, swaying, music playing and dancing in the street
Philadelphia, PA now (dancing in the street)
Baltimore and D.C. (dancing in the street)
Can't forget them other cities (dancing in the street

song performed by by Grateful Dead
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We fully support the strikes against terrorist targets, not against the country, not against the culture, not against a religion, but against an enemy of them all.

quote by Ricardo Lagos
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Poverty is the frontier we have to be able to cross.

quote by Ricardo Lagos
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Clearly it is better that, when someone is wanted by the international police, and this person travels, and a country knows about it, that country reports the fact.

quote by Ricardo Lagos
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Street Fighting Man

Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
cause summers here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
Tell me what can a poor boy do
cept for sing for a rock n roll band
cause in this sleepy l.a. town
Theres just no place for a street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
Do you think the time is right for a palace revolution
Where I live the game to play is compromise solution
Well then what can a poor boy
cept for sing for a rock n roll band
cause in this sleepy l.a. town
Theres just no place for a street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
Well what else can a poor boy do?
Well what else can a poor boy do?
Well what else can a poor boy do?
Well what else can a poor boy do?
Hey my name is called disturbance
Ill shout and scream, Ill kill the king, Ill rail at all his servants
Well what can a poor boy do
For sing for a rock n roll band
In this sleepy l.a. town
Theres just no place for
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man

song performed by by Rage Against The Machine
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