HAPPY THANKSGIVING I AM BLESSED RETURN HOME AUDI PARKED I AM QUICKLY REMINDED OF MY DESPERATE PLEAS THANK GOD I RELOCATED JUST IN TIME SECTION 8 HOUSING SAVED ME AND MY FAMILY FROM BECOMING VICTIMS OF THE STRANGE AUDI PARKED INSIDE ON THE FLOOR A DEAD WOMAN COULD THE KILLER BEEN SENT TO MURDER ME MY CHILDREN HERE WE ARE AGAIN AUDI PARKED HEART MEDICATION TAMPERED WITH ELOQUIS FIR MY AFIBRILLATION IRREGULAR HEARTBEATS ALSO HELPS WITH BLOOD CLOTS METOPROROL FIR SEVERE CHEST PAINS MY GOD I FEEL VIOLATED ABD SAD FIR MY NEIGHBOR BREAKING IN MY HOME TO TREAT A HEART PATIENT WITH TIES TO THE DEAD WOMANS PARKED AUDI IS IT CIRO THE MAFIA THE KIDNAPPERS THE THREATS RETURN I AM LIVID ANGRY HOW DARE MY NEIGHBORS ACTION BREAK IN MY HOME USING KEYS HE REKEYED OUR LOCKS AGAIN USE CAR USED GOLF CART SALEMAN USUALLY HAVE SPECIAL EQUIPMENT TO REPLACE ABD DUPLICATE LOCKS FOR MONTHS NOW EVERY TIME WE RETURN HOME ELOQUIS METOPROROL TRAMADOL KLONOPIN EVEN VIAGRA FUNNY I FEEL SAD FOR MY BURGULARS WITH HEART CONDITION OR PERHAPS AN ELDERLY PERSON WITH NO INSURANCE
In the sixties every single Friday evening was TV fright night
We preteens sat in front of the screen with friends, terrified all right
What we saw was in gray scale, black and white, but truly horribly scary
alien kidnappers from another dimension grabbing us and our Uncle Harry
we stayed awake hours after the show went off the air, which it did.
I still remember these amazing slumber party opportunities I had as a kid.
Our cousin Lou came over to watch, wearing her PJs under clothes
We invited her to stay all night to watch TV which scared us to our toes.
“Thousands of desperate migrants die in the desert and at sea, or fall victim to murderers and kidnappers, as they make their way along the ‘eastern corridor’ from Ethiopia to Saudi Arabia” - Fred Harter in Obock, Djibouti
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Ethiopia through Djibouti
to Yemen, to hopeful life
runs Sun's angry route
A glum path to escape poverty
impulsive one-way journey
fear strengthens patience
keepers turned exploiters to smugglers
dump or sell or kill their dreams
new brokers fill hopes
shifting sand promises shift their goals
'Selling hair to purchase a comb'
no turning now, walk
starved, extorted, violated, yet
hearsays goad guileless hearts
burying truth, lies march
From the mirror to the picture and back to the mirror
Eyes fixated on the girl she has become
Her mind floats, trying to find something to love, to appreciate
But the flaws illuminated by the words of those around her stare back at her
blankly, unphased by affirmations
She glances back at the picture
The girl who was taken stares back
Begging to be returned, for she was stolen
Not by kidnappers
But by time,
By losing hope,
By losing love,
By losing her smile,
Her once blinding smile now hides behind tight lips, trapping in the words of others
The girl who was taken stares back
Begging to be returned, but she was stolen.
What I am supposed to do
When everything around me has gone crazy?
What am I supposed to do
When my beloved country
Chooses the path to perdition
Rather than moral rectitude?
What am I supposed to do
When millions of my compatriots happily
Wallow in criminal poverty
While insignificant few parasite on our Commonwealth
As Lords and masters of our
Collective destiny?
What am I supposed to do
When my country men
Cannot sleep with two eyes closed
As terrorists and kidnappers
Have become our eternal nemesis ?
What am I supposed to do
When a new opportunity is
On the horizon
But my compatriots prefer the status quo
Hobnobbing with their slave masters?
What I am supposed to do
When the hope for a new Nigeria
Keeps slipping through our fingers
At every election cycle?
2023 elections are around the corner
Nigerians must get it right this time
I cry and point to the right direction
So that my compatriots can follow
That is what I am supposed to do
Stand up Nigerians
Take back your country!
Torrents of thoughts torment me
Floodgate of distractions rack my soul
Avalanche of delusions
Decapitate my mental faculty
As I muse over the degeneration
That has dogged my beloved country
She manifests every aspect
Of a failed state
The giant of Africa has lost control
Of her Territory to terrorists
Bandits have re-colonized my fatherland
Kidnappers strike terror into the hearts
Of weary and hapless Nigerians
While her economy continues to
Stumble and wobble with ignominy
In the hands of oil thieves
The ancient perpetrators of
rape
Against our father land
Are shamelessly like vultures
Gathering and flying over
The carcass of the comatose nation
To gang-rape her to death
Arise fellow Nigerians and stand firm
Let us take our country back
From chaos to path of sanity
Travel with what we proudly bag;
Not what down images drag;
In a mirror capture you with some lag:
A dog that wouldn’t its tail wag…
So, suspend you shall buying a lot
For some colorful shirt, very hot!
No more of the fabrics that sag
Or I shall nastily continue to nag
About the one I now see – A rag!
Really a traveler’s self – arranged snag
If not a kidnappers Silencing Gag!
Agencia
You hack accounts and invade privacy
Is this what you do?
Shame on you shame on you
You block signals and assist kidnappers
Is this what you do?
Shame on you shame on you
You frame who you want?
You plant blasphemous chat and messages
Is this what you do?
Shame on you shame on you
You tell lies and delete evidence
Is this what you do?
Shame on you shame on you
In the name of obedience you lick feet of elite
Is this what you do
Shame on you shame on you
In the name of defense you cover smugglers
Is this what you do?
Shame on you shame on you
Officers who gives you the right to play with our lives?
Note. You wish me dead.
Musalman to bohat door ki BAAT hai,
Ham to shayad kafir bhi na rahay..
Do zabano do chehron vali makhloq.Abdus Salam.
The rumbling and shovelling
Pandemonium and desecration
The killings and maiming of souls
Boko harambee, the harem of
murderers
The genie let loose, murder
incorporated,
Unlicensed to kill
It's the wild! wild!! North on
the brink!
The north overrun
The hounds on the run
The hunt only just began.
Boko haram has taken the
center stage
The grave is filling, yet it takes
more and more dead.
It's the Wild! Wild!! North on
the brink.
(Written on the 2nd May, 2015)
N.B. presently Boko haram, Killer herdsmen, bandits, kidnappers and others have overran Nigeria and overwhelming the Security forces.
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 …
If kidnappers grab me, I will kick out their tail lights
Put my hand out and wave to other drivers on the freeway
If this does not work, I will kick the trunk until it pops open
I will wave down the police
If the kidnappers stop and chase me
I will lie on the ground and hold onto the grass
If that does not work, I will tie their shoestrings together
Guys eyeing a staggering ransom
And willing to unleash the gruesome
The senders to follow their uncomfortable instructions
Or get ready for the unpleasant ructions.
In a matter of minutes gagging protesting lips
On disobedient backs landing punitive whips
A chaining of the resisting limb,
Hopes of rescue making slim.
In unthinkable venue detaining their captive
Before him testing their firearms bloody active
Any twist or turn attracting a warning shot
Unplanned funny moments punches tropically hot.
A hostage wishes things won't be savage
A dumping all day long like garbage,
His voice at the mercy of silencing sellotape
Body to the immovable tied against escape.
Kidnappers like bandits behave
Thesame choices of weapons making
Between knives so razor sharp they can shave
And hand guns that won't injury be faking.
DEMON-CRACY
They all drink a bottle of champagne,
Fake promise during campaign..
They meet at the same venue,
While corruption is serve as their menu..
Dancing to the songs of shame,
Politicians now plays us like a game..
Our dreams can no longer be fulfilled,
Even our stomach can't be filled..
We are beggars in our own field,
Like a flying arrows without no shield..
I see faces with increases of sadness,
Now I call it madness..
People no longer fear evil,
Even the evil we commit now surprised the devil..
As masses now walk in the shadow of death,
Corona virus now roam and we can't breath..
The unemployed graduates roam about without a smile,
Kidnappers dance in return from exile..
Their patriotism now gives way to hypocrisy,
the system of my country is now demon-cracy..
© PricelessPEN
March, 2020
Earths proceedings
And stars are witnesses
Gods the judge, planets spin the tables
From planes to spheres... bang!
They collide like the judges hammer
Knocking, "order in the court"
Morning strikes we all rise,
"So let the subjects speak"...!
Court assemblies and juridical powers
From levels of power to states of being,
Man we assemble for justice!
True truth, and truth be true like
the sharp blade that cuts through
an un-loyal king's Head, and
it roles down the stairs
Kicked by the people, picked up by the state...huh!
Stared by the people there goes the powers,
from blind folded eyes
To tired up arms and feet,
Masses as hostages
Banks and government official as
kidnappers: the evicted people
Whoa...
He said he was on quite a spree.
I asked what his next crime would be.
I meant it in jest,
As you’ve probably guessed,
But he took me literally.
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