Wednesday 28 January 2015

THE PEOPLE.....THE CORRUPTION....

Fisted winds glued his hands

The pounding of his heart and glands

Mired his thoughts of a thousand land

The hanging reprimand



The ancestors in droves have demanded

Account of how we denied their sacrifices

The spirits we bribed! The receipt of their demands!

Dark horses with whitened tougues



The vices and their prices

Valour lost in confidence!

Our believe on the 'apprentice'

Sold their sundry laundry to the solar lattice



Naked with hallowed fist in their hands

Eyes shinning for their dues

Sango and Amadioha revolting with bolts

Threatening whomsoever took their sacrificial oath




Saturday 24 January 2015

THE WARNING

Enough!

Of the lies

Celebration of organised crime

Celebration of misfortunes and misgivings



The chasm screams

At the treasures of the amalgamation stream

Insult and hatred full to the brim

Political parties cooking different steams



Enough!!

This divide gives no food

It threatens our nationhood

This is the painful load



Enough!!!

Let's celebrate heroes over jingoist

Nationalist over nepotic despot

Above all our children for the future


Thursday 22 January 2015

POLITICAL LOOTERS

How can you be so rich?!

And leave us in the gutters!

To grope in the night

And filter the disgust!



How can you be this rich!

And yet our roads are of gold!

Our wealth is your wealth

While we trade on dirty linen



How can you be so rich?

So rich that you urinate gold!

And you eat on precious stones!

While we mould clay for our meals



How. ..how could you be this rich?

This wicked! This selfish?

The tarred roads are mud

While your promises are a million dud!


NATIONAL IDEOLOGY

If this city was built on stone

It shouldn't have fallen to the old bones

Could've stood as an epitome

So that all who passes this way would call ot home



It wasn't built on a true believe

It was raised on 'blood' fire and 'grief'

Who can change the brief?

To people who hope on disbelieve



This city will fall because it stood on ethnic barriers

Ideas of gluttons, dictators and killers

Their commoners are labelled liars!

True citizens known for what they are not...carriers



What builds a city? Stories or ideals?

Are citizens labeled by their leaders deals?

I'm not to be branded for a city's bill

I have to be addressed as a human, not a city's ills


DECEMBER RETARD

You can't break my heart and say you love me

Can't stab me and want to hug me

I love you was your trick to punish me

I know that face...don't humour me



If you love me....hey

You will always obey

And tell me about your day

While we roll on the hay



When you stop loving

You will become demanding

Every word Will be annoying

No matter what i do, you will be complaining



I now know why you stabbed me

Breaking the fringes of pretence

You never loved me....

Making me cry...believing.....


Wednesday 21 January 2015

BUSH BURNING

The entwined road told stories

Lovers and enemies on the same lorry

Baring their minds on their foes folly

Their hurt and their machineries



The loudest chirp on the road

Spoke volumes of the goad

The toads spoke endlessly about the load

The empty road dropped on their toes



On the other side the brazen forest

All ash, lost gardens, lost fields

Our myths and superstitious meals

Have been offered in prayers to the gods



The bright burn stained our eyes with blood

while our warriors are banded with hordes

Of bandages, while we settle for a different hut

starting from were we never thought we hurt


Sunday 4 January 2015

CAUGHT IN THE ACT!!!

The young lover smiled at his phone

Simple message....no codes

The hood

His second home



Surprise! He rang the tranquil room

The gloomy faces shared his gloom

Pointed pistol spoke many doom

'Hardened muscles' now weak as a broom



Sit down young man! ''He'' ordered!

I will ask many questions and others

Sit before I murder

Surprise! His fears melted many butters



Are you the one sleeping with my wife? He muttered

The yes clipped a thousand shutters

Romance all lost in the gutter

We all had AIDS! Does it really matter?!



He revealed epic gloom

Stucked glue reveal the shoe

He looked away, frail and lone

Abandoned! He muttered again very slow



The tears spoke many stories

The young lover felt very sorry

He knew at the end of the story

He will be more than sorry!



The story short and precise

He shifted the device

Smiled and told 'him' be wise

In seconds the story became his demise