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Monday, 29 September 2014
JILTED MEN
Come let's look
The bridesmaid called
The groom is beautiful than the bride
And 'her' acquaintances are here!
Her matted Marbles never shone
Celebrated designers hung
Like a plastic sun
Dissolved in her troubles...her runs
The groom smiles stuck some daggers
Through the competition and beggars
Of her wares...tougues wagger
At 'their' unconstitutional drama
The lovers marched in stilettos
Acquaintances see only 'their' wares of ego
Blunted by a novice in silhouette
Smiling at hardened calcified anger of lost wallets!
Tuesday, 23 September 2014
BOKO A HARM?
They all chorused ''western education is sin''
Their guns speak above the din
I wonder how they created bullets with tin?
Throw away your bombs, phones and western inventions to the bin
They are neither here nor there
Claiming jihad on what they can't adhere
involving innocent minds who should be here
Building cities with the zeal they bear
Allah the Almighty, all merciful...
If they are true followers of Allah...Why are they harmful?
Calling on a holy name before a kill is reproachfully
Isn't it?...If it is God.....how shameful
If all technology is sin...who created the bombs?
Was it eastern education?...how dumb
All of you brain washed youths are the stump
That never grew...They all became lumps
Wednesday, 17 September 2014
THE NIGERIAN ARMY
This moulded dust fighting over boredom
Raised in victory over freedom
Blended with the earth in fiefdom
They never sought their kindred nor Kingdom
This dust reminds of our veiled comrades
We have not forgotten their voices and the vices
Ideology of religious ethnic prices
We have paid in full and our prize is the ''surprise''
Though the hail sweep off all this dust
in our minds a piece Is the 'mountain' rust
Broken trust and hegemonic last
this same moulded dust! Will it ever burst?!
Though we roll over, our lives going under
Though we die...We will never surrender
over terror and brazen murder
Our own is our home! No kindred! This is our order!
Raised in victory over freedom
Blended with the earth in fiefdom
They never sought their kindred nor Kingdom
This dust reminds of our veiled comrades
We have not forgotten their voices and the vices
Ideology of religious ethnic prices
We have paid in full and our prize is the ''surprise''
Though the hail sweep off all this dust
in our minds a piece Is the 'mountain' rust
Broken trust and hegemonic last
this same moulded dust! Will it ever burst?!
Though we roll over, our lives going under
Though we die...We will never surrender
over terror and brazen murder
Our own is our home! No kindred! This is our order!
Monday, 8 September 2014
I want to use this timeout to say to every reader on this blog that... I have been somewhere safe...researching and learning...truth is we will have more of what we missed... ...The poetry will keep coming again...I've been where there was terrible network....so am back for good..let's watch out for more poetry!
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