Do, please, keep your gunpowder,
Where poor I won’t smell it;
Rather what makes me of you prouder,
Prompting solidarity visit …
Your dynamites far Revolution
Are Threatening The Last Evolution
Clearly not a newly discovery
That gunpowder delays recovery.
Also, please, don’t stretch another mile
Emotions that should last a while,
While you say “Nay” to overreaction
Offering mankind scarce protection …
I know our quitting this planet should be slow
And when one tries to make it quicker I know!
The Leader of the gang
Fought his door with a bang,
From the all –metal forcing out a clang
That his impatience duly sang,
Now smiling and choosing to hang,
Every tooth of his a ready fang…
Then, Dave’s rescuing phone rang
To great risk exposing the gang!
Pitted against a metallic door,
Whose forcible opening isn’t sure
Save with dynamites not in noise poor
Or human strength, completely raw
Would the leader now run for it,first
Or the door still attack a bit?
They erected a republic
above the earth.
Building materials were
passion, blood, dreams…
Now cracks appear on that
future-proof construction.
Democratic arteries
are blocked
with the plaque of fascism.
Where the majority of voters
are ignorant,
democracy decomposes.
Its ghastly ghost
spooks the citizens.
To be good and glad,
a little brain is enough.
But being brainwashed,
brutes are created.
Communal dynamites
demolish harmony.
Political eclipse
gobbles the light.
Societal cancer spreads
in the absence of
knowledge rays.
Like the chilly and lengthy
Antarctic darkness.
Yet the sun won’t fail to rise.
First published in The Literary Hatchet.
I’m in a Ultimate Rap league/
Of raps supreme/
Knowledge reigns three hundred sixty degrees/
Smack haters google me/
Can’t this my hidden identity/
(“YAHU”) \THE ALMIGHTY/
I’m favored Highly/
Barring em to death the Irony/
Barbarian/
Barbaric/
The bars bearing /burying/them/
Heavy burdens/
They in my nest the birds dens/
I’m not cowardly dog/ I’m pushing bravery to courage/
You not cowardly god through (“JESUS”) we can overpower the odds/
You all can feast on these bombs/
Dynamites I see you UNCLE TOM/
(“JESUS”) MY ROCK
I beat em with my ROD
CUTTING THE GRASS the beast in my crops/
This my territory/ I’m tearing through Tory lanes/
I’m eating bugs bunny carrots shorty/
Silly rabbits in the turtle race my back strong as a tortoise/
Daffy ducks it’s rabbit and duck season/
I am a rock; earth, air, fire and water;
a child of the elements.
I grow and erode;
my greatest strength is stillness;
my voice, the silence.
I am a tree, a child of the elements.
I grow and decay;
shedding leaves and bark.
My voice is a whisper;
my strength is the stillness;
though I bow to the winds.
Immobile am I; a conundrum of nature.
I am a mountain; a child of the elements.
I grow and erode, by layers.
my strength is the stillness;
My purpose is a home for rock, tree and beast.
I am a human, a child of the elements.
I grow and decay like everything else.
My voice is a gift;
my strength is the still silence,
where I rarely go.
Haphazardly, I run amok;
relying too much on things I create,
instead of my silent strength.
My greed crushes the rocks;
destroys the trees;.
My ego dynamites the mountains;
poisons the water and air.
Because of me, the earth and her children, suffer.
Wallowing in my greed and ignorance;
my siblings of the elements, are dispensable.
I am a human, a child of the elements.
I destroy because I ignore,
the still silence; my strength.
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
Religion puts souls high in lights
Evolution cuts down these rites
Relation to ape
On the species landscape
Dynamites man's sites on the heights