My Name Is Kadafi

My name is Kadafi.

King of thieves and lord of tyrants. . 

I was born to rule and rut

Any attempt to topple my agbada will face red card,

In fact i shall eat such culprit alive as in the days of Idi Ami.

Tell those reptiles that we are not in Tuniz or

Pyramid were reptiles revolutions prevailed. 

See i have stubbornness flowing in my veins.

In this colony, i shall paint tripoly with blood, 

Build misrata with human skulls,

I shall empower your babies with ak47 as their toys, 

I shall feed your men with dynamites. 

I shall legalize rape, 

And i dare the International Cult of Mummu to call me for trial.

That’s the spirit of the africanus ! 

Although the vultures’ air strikes are causing brouhaha and

Comatose in my kingdom,howbeit,

Succumbing to church crusades is not in my blood even

If Lucifer was to do the preaching.

I was told my relative Osami was killed in pakinsha,

And that Gbogbo of kudivore was shown the way out,

But for me such approach won’t work because i am invincible…


                                                                                         
     AWOH KINGSLEY WORLD
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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