Irresponsible
Will not go to heaven; they're
Working for havoc.
Poverty arise
Due to irresponsible
Leaders with no price.
squandering time
afraid to
look it in the eye
posted on October 1, 2018
The party is so animated and the music loud
The girls are so pretty and skimpily dressed
The sweet wine and beer flows ever so freely
The night is still young the rave is till morning
Let us party and forget our many problems
Let us party like tomorrow is judgement day
Let us rave and unremember our many cares
Let us rave now and forget for the time being
Let us put aside our daily cares and troubles
Let us forget the many glaring and unpaid bills
Let us forget all the cares and enjoy our time
Let us push away the creeping feelings of guilt
She carried her for nine months.
Had pains and cravings through out.
But they never bothered her.
They were rubbed off by the excitement of knowing she is able to carry full term.
She was happy.
The father decided to abondon them.
She started to feel the pains she ignored before.
Drinking became a habit.
Hatred became her bestfriend.
She pulled herself together.
Found a new man,
Fell pregnant,
"Its a boy"
They were happy.
But the anger and pain were still there.
She eased them by beating her up for stupid little mistakes.
She started to treat them unequally.
To her; the boy was an egg
While the girl was just a donkey.
She was now 10years old,
Used to being forced to wake up at 4am.
"Wake up and get the child ready for school"
She goes back to sleep as soon as she sees her first born up
A 10years old bathing a 7year old child.
She was paying for the sins of her father.
She is now a street kid...
In total confusion,
On the verge of forfeiting,
Depending on self-persuasion,
That there's hope in succeeding,
Yet time has caught up with me,
I'm on my sixth piping-hot cup,
As I gurgle another sip of this blistering tea,
In hopes the scalding pain will keep me up,
I've forgotten how it feels to be free,
Almost soothing aroma of mint-jasmine spice,
Distracts me from focusing on the now stacked-up task,
Not having listened to the given advice,
Trapped in a cocoon-study-state with no-one to ask,
Refraining from closing m'eye-lids all night,
The morning alarm wakes me up in a fright,
With the tick of the clock dawning anxiety,
I clumsily stumble to my feet and face reality,
Trying to link, random-lingering-information,
with this dumb-found-zombie-like brain,
I dread the inevitable confrontation,
Oddly feeling comfort in the swaying of the train,
I gawk at the strangers hustling in, all prepared for the day ahead,
Becoming aware of my pungent morning breath, I wish I'd simply stayed in bed.
Night will become day
Love
Lord
IRRESPONSIBLE ENEMY
When our tears drop
and stench fire around
us,
And fire's enemy
becomes otiose and
nugatory,
Then shall tears
backfire fire's enemy
And after a very scorch
sunshine
Telling ur the end of
those former days.
Then shall our eyelids
close in sorrow
But tears have wiped
away our sorrows
And our lions roaring in
joy
Marking the start of
new days
And the end to the
palsy-walsy.
To the irresponsible
In the eve of dawn
When the cricket advices the listeners
The moon and the stars sit
Performing their duties and enjoying their rights
The blowing breeze freezes her
In spite of her matrimonial statues
Her dreams full of horror
That of a woman smooching hers
At times when the door cracks, open
The water has ran down the drain
The tap laid bay
Like a ship at anchor
Even when they said their prayers
She bemused at his Amen
Does he hear the both?
Receives both their thanks
Will he be amused?
Or maybe flabbergasted
To see her protruding belly
Why do you refuse a meal?
And purses the flies from eating same