Boko haram terrorists
Times without number
A neighbourhood unsettling with a bomber,
Their grabbed territories
Zones of a thousand worries!
A people in panic
Piteously plan their escapes route,
Their pursuers, a manic,
Who must them funnily shoot!
It’s a horizon of unthinkable sleep
And the digging of graves not decently deep:
It’s a constant brandishing of a superior weapon
That precious lives make a lottery coupon.
North-East Nigeria to forever a story tell
That Borno was once a plain cell,
Each is increasingly a militant
Not convinced that innocent lives are important.
Excellent kidnappers they’ve got
And Suicide Bombers a lot:
It’s a pant welcoming an explosive,
Whose impact is a monster:
It’s wearer, an unbelievable youngster,
Obsessed with destructions, extensive.
Crazily, every Boko Haram
Takes non-adherent for a ram,
To readily his daughter
Slaughter and quarter
For a voiced and heard “Blood of Jesus”
What an Islamization of Nigeria
That should True Muslims anger in Algeria …
Biography
I have tried to make a biography of myself
I managed three pages and found my life was so boring
it was not worth the effort.
I began fantasizing I had been a general in the foreign legion
worked in central Africa as in security agent
finding out of people who wanted a free country and not influenced
by Franc`s interest in the region.
Unfortunate people were thrown into jail and some of them executed.
I helped France installing presidents who took bribes
and followed the will of the French.
Later on, Paris, I got information that someone was trying
to assassinate the De Gaulle, they were disgruntled officer that had
fled Algeria when France gave it independence, by doing so
was to make the region a Francophone sphere.
As an agent, I reported this the crazy generals went through with it
and an attempt on De Gaulle´s life followed.
Of course, the plot was thwarted and the guilty shot.
I got bad conscience about my work left the legion and got a job as a cook in the merchant navy, and that is nothing to write about.
Be strong, breed of mum!
For with them you won't find a bliss.
They will make sure you lack and miss.
They will even be counting
the sips of water you drink.
They want you to stumble and fall
And only them the sound and strong.
They have got no word of honor
No respect and no hope of being temid.
With them in darkness you will remain
And come hell or high water
They will sort you out false and wrong.
They may look carat 18 of gold,
But they are only plated and fake.
And as you think
you have known them for years,
in one single night,
you realise, they got rid of you ..
For they do not give a bit of damn
to friendship and good company
And they do not pay any heed
to any past
"stubborn mules" are muliplying
Trickery is strongly spreading
Talks are exchanged with regard
to nothing but pennies ..
And this is perhaps it:
I swear I should be crazy!
They are not worth an onion
while I am busy serving
them with many a pillow ..
(Tunis, 26 October 2020)
UNITED WE STAND
United, We Stand;
One indivisible African nation,
Nurturing, growing, developing, expanding, impacting, uplifting.
We stand, we tower, we rule.
We are Africa;
Nigeria, Liberia, Algeria,
Zimbabwe, Zambia, Namibia,
Libya, Uganda, Rwanda,
We are one.
United, we stand
To break the bonds
Of corruption and tyranny.
United, we stand
To rout the enemies of our peace.
United, we stand
To build and expand our frontiers.
United, we stand
In pride, dignity, solidarity.
United, we stand
As the unshakable monolith- Kilimanjaro.
We will stand as one
In the midst of a troubled continent.
Our young will soar high,
Our streams will flow wide.
Our flocks will multiply,
Our crops will satisfy,
Our gold will beautify.
Our land, this great land,
This Africa of incredible magnificence will dazzle the world.
Together we join our hands
Standing on the mountain crest;
Black Africans, white Africans,
Joy on our faces,
Looking up, looking far
To the brightness of our rising.
- By Kirsten Okenwa
LORD, this morning, thank you. This SONnet will please, tease, release:
I greet thee, having access to Your throne by Jesus
And His sacrifice on Calvary: We pray against the Virus
With a sunshiny name, an aura of a name, garland ...
Coronoa Virus, COVID VIRUS, or SARS-Cov-2, Thy Hand
Is mighty and righteous, always Righteous, even in judgment
We deserve judgment, but we ask for Mercy
God of Grace and Love, forgiveness and Provisioning
Forgive me my greed, envy, jealousy, smallness and scheming
I intercede for others now, nations and peoples, as Moses & Joshua
Afghanistan, guide, teach, help Afghanistan and leaders there
Argentina, guide, teach, help Argentina and leaders there
Algeria, Austria, Albania, Australia: help them all, guide its Premiers
All of us deserve judgment, we asked for it in many ways, but forgive!
President Jacques Chirac
Was laid to rest today and with him
The Europe we loved, the civility and elegance.
Democracy and decency when Paris
pulsed with life.
These days one has to get to the regions
To meet the real French
Paris has been taken over by foreign tongues
Whose demands are not French but
Adoption of the life they lived on
The hinterland, say Pakistan or Algeria
The hope they would integrate and become
Real Parisian was a dream too far.
We have to accept that the old ways are over
Moreover, who knows? It might be better.
Weep not Africa
Cradle of civilization
I created you on a Monday morning
You are no less my first born
Than other races
Though other nations might scorn and despise you
You are the heir to my throne
Have you ever stopped to look inward?
How long will you continue to ignore
The beauty that lies within?
I have planted nature in you
Your greenness no man can take away
I have bestowed you with endless sunshine
I have made your land more fertile than any other
I have endowed you with some of the world's
Greatest mineral resources
Who planted the gold and diamond in South Africa?
What about the oil in Nigeria and Algeria?
What about the cocoa in Ghana?
And the rich coffee in the East?
Weep not Africa
Unity and selfless service are what exalts a nation
Look how much was pillaged from you
Where did they not plunder?
But I have replenished you
Africa! Yours is a well that never runs dry!
Beautiful game, crazy game that draws maximum adrenalin
From hypnotized, soccer crazy minds
Glued to television screens to gobble spills and thrills from Russia with hopes lean
Driven to the brink of despair behind Venetian blinds
Betting, arguing, opposing, supporting
Non African teams that their subjective minds favour
Jibing, imbibing, consulting, insulting
African teams their fickle fantasies endeavor
To predict wouldn’t win
A single match based on mere whims
That claim an African queen
Throws her royal weight behind teams
A particular set of soccer fans deem fit
To take the day
While another set of soccer mad warmth seekers claim African teams should quit
Cos they lose and embarrass supporters everyday
With their lacklustre form
Lack of determination to spring a bit of magic
Although some supporters claim a reform
Needed to put to an end to the tragic
Performance African team display at the World Cup in Russia
Becoming whipping boys
But argues a wisecracker, ‘Shouldn’t forget Algeria beat Prussia
In Spain. So, African teams ain’t no toys.’
I was qualified in middle eastern history,
which was a waste at the chemist it seemed to me,
however, I saw an advert to become a spy,
Instead of media, thought that I would give it a try.
I had a light brown colour, useful for blending scenery,
knowledge of languages should make me fit in perfectly;
they asked me tricky-dicky questions - was I C - of - E,
I said that I was whatever they wanted me to be.
Soon, I was monitoring 'traffic,' to and fro from Syria,
Yemen, Afghanistan, Iraq, Tunisia, Luton and Algeria;
Forget the romance - no time to look at my ornaments,
even missing tv - 'Holby City' and 'Eastenders' instalments.
One day I woke up and thought that I was dead,
moments later, I felt a cold steel at the back of my head.
Men of cloth
Men of faith
Against all evils, lost hopes
Choose the light and will of the gods
They stay
Where all others flea
They reflect upon lost causes
Yet give of heart and sweat to the poor
They are not brave hearts
They are but kind souls
To the last breathe
Weep not for these heroes
The village adores and praises
For kindness transcends religious teachings
To cure and heal is god's gift
And natures way of life eternal
Pascal’s wager in the minds of a few
As old men contemplate
Wildflowers who by the grace of god, receive the sun
So in fate, planted, they stay, they do not run
They are not the last or only
They are but the hope of what can be
They reflect the goodness we all desire
In love of mankind
Des hommes et des dieux, dedicated to the Trappist monks who lived in harmony with the largely Muslim population of Algeria, until seven of them were kidnapped and assassinated in 1996 during the Algerian Civil War.
The Gay Son.
They locked me in a room in a house I knew
They told me my father was a tyrant.
How was I to know? My old dad is a nice man
gave us everything we wanted.
I have left this house knew of a secret exit,
joined my mother and we fled to Algeria.
I’m not a warrior, like my brother, I hate guns
and posing in uniforms.
My sister has just given birth to a baby girl
and that’s nice; I will never be a father and
if my dad knew the reason his tough warrior
ideology would have hurt him deeply.
I know they will kill my old man, he knows too
much about the new rulers to let him live;
after all, many of them did his bidding. Me?
They will surely string me up for being gay.
Freedom movement
Egypt, Algeria, Baharin
people defying iron hand
people on road
for road map of democracy
no to slavery and controls
people dying for rights
that we are enjoying
right since birth till grave
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© Hitendra Mehta
February 2011
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Unchain my heart from Kabilya
Unchain my heart, my amazigh son
You make me weep
You left to Algiers
And I dare not cry
You are on your way to Rouiba
Oh amazigh son
You awakened my soul
I am your Kahina, my love
I die a thousand deaths each night
Because you are not with me
I had to help you get to your people
They need you more than me
Know that I love you, Algerian king
Know that I cry for you each night
I love you, my Algerian
Speak to the skies of Algeria
Tell the skies and the mountains
I love you
I love you
Twahashtek Besef, ya oumri
Kathleen Voss Woolrich
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