John Chizoba Vincent Poet Ballad

Corrupt Papers of the Ancient Wisdom

There history without pages is written,
Blood carved in an opulence coven yet,
We stood and watched them deceived us 
with a piece of yam that lack manners to the
Mouth, they called it our constitution but alas!
It is a bunch of chameleon lies to the earth.


We were told in those papers to guide home,
Our cultural heritage is very paramount to us,
Togetherness despite the cultural diversity
Democracy is the eyes that we see through,
But those laws they made they break at will.
Tilting the masses below their gushing guts,
Wishes that glamours are painted above us.


If the picture of a destroyed hope is televised,
If a cinematic embryo misses its womb,
If the sparrow is caged beyond the earth
If the string of the vein stream hurts heart
Then we have a bleeding dream of tomorrow.
Have ears and have no ears to listen again,
Have mouth and have not the talking mouth.


Yesterday they told us a story we couldn't write
Today they scripted the same story on a peble.
Leaving the shoes floating on air against the
Law made by mother nature and father earth.
Now we move around with those paper without 
Lines on them but blank expression of sorrow.
Alas! We've gone mad again against ourselves!


We've been fooled one more time by their act,
Our legs restricted through that papers but theirs
A forest of legs parrotting around the earth to sin.
Scroll up and down faintly and see if those names
You bear is written down like theirs in the same
Papers of the ancient wisdom made by the aristocrats.



(C) John chizoba vincent
     Voice Of Vincent 2016

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