She was snatched from her family
Tortured then dumped her body into a pool
her family isn't no fool
and they won't give up until justice is served.“
This is a story of an apple.
Cubed and sliced into a fruit punch bowl.
Other apples could not participate since they were rotten to the bone.
Yet they wont give up the fight, till all drink is decanted, poured and served.
The thought is a terror when alone and you feel weak.
Sometimes, the stakes are so high, for fear you dare not speak.
Neither bet your honest dollar it will not enter through that door;
Its arrival will unravel everything, ending your lives if nothing more.
It's a fearsome being; such a despicable thing. It's my dad, boogeyman.
Deep in your psyche thrives a fear that will surely wreck your day.
Like this vicious entity, it will make you wish you prayed!
Best to keep your footsteps muted lest you wake it from a sleep.
Remove yourself hastily and find somewhere to escape.
Its own children were given as a live sacrifice. It's my dad, boogeyman.
The agony will never leave while the nightmare abounds.
It hears every footfall when it listens for your sounds.
Whether you know or either, it will find you somewhere in the dark.
If you're in pain, better to feel shame, and think twice about crying aloud.
It's a fearful being; such a despicable thing. It's my dad, boogeyman.
My dad, boogeyman
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dilemma would be
watching MSNBC
hope they heard our plea
when message would send
kidnapping deadline extend
safely reach an end
would read on label
eat safely should be able
when food on table
when school complete
hope that they would save a seat
at a place to eat
Kidnapped
I plan to kidnap you~though you
are a fully grown man.
I hold for you, a bag of sweets…
My heart's sweetest confections
and then...
Get you into my car and into a dark,
thick forest.
There, my deepest love...
To please you to the fullest.
So you just can't leave me.
Beyond any measure, my dearest
love treasure.
In the woods, near a sparling stream,
Timeless,we can settle and dream
And at night lie under the stars
Serene…under God's azure love blanket.
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Nigerians are on the run
Refugees in search of Asylum
No more sweetness in their fatherland
Their dreams have crumbled
The giant of Africa is in shambles
With hope of her youth buried under the rubbles of
Man made insurgency
Banditry and insane killings
Evil holds sway everywhere
While goodness scamper to safety
Succor for the needy
Has been looted by the greedy
Kidnapping has been legalized
As perpetrators haggle ransom
With constituted authorities
Like in the open market
While security forces stand aloof
Awaiting their share of the pie
Armaggeddon is surely here
Nigeria my Country
Assailed,buffeted and violated
By evils of unimaginable proportions
Lies prostrate at the crossroads
Insurgency an anathema in our country
Has torn to shreds Our territorial integrity
Banditry and kidnapping like cancer
Are gnawing at our very existence
Human lives are more devalued
Than our cursed currency
Nothing looks strange any more
Nothing is certain any more
The Shepherd has lost control
And the flock scattered
In all directions
Don’t cry my beloved country
Cause help is on the way
Beyond these challenges
Nigeria looks beautiful
But woe betide every Partaker
In this national calamity!
An evil person snatched a child up off the street.
One block from my house, tidy, silently and neat.
The police did not believe the mother, she was a suspect.
I saw details on TV where the husband showed some conflict.
The child had been delivering papers and told a man he felt funny.
He was busy with his own child, the day was dark, not yet sunny.
He told the other person’s child to go on ahead, and he’d keep an eye out.
Thirty years later, I wonder if he wishes he’d have followed child’s doubt.
The child has never been found, and that was nineteen eighty-four.
Never has a body been found, but the neighbors who lived next door.
Reported that the mother acted suspicious in all kinds of ways that day.
I imagine she was pre-grieving, knowing her child had been whisked away.
I always wonder what happened to this little twelve-year-old.
What kind of brassy, evil, villain walked up so big and bold.
And snatched another mother’s child away, off the street?
So tidy, silently, and stealthily. To find him would be a real treat.
THE CAGED BIRDS
When the twilight falls
with light of clumsy fish
in a shallow stream
rain flows with raging winds
*YOUNG POET*
Living oppressed like an aged cloth
hang under the spicy sun
singing song of lamentation to cool down
their burning nerves
*YOUNG POETESS*
They hiss
like a wounded ororo snake
chokes with vengeance
in orhere-land, curly and springy
it glistens in the dark
*YOUNG POET*
The world was discoloured
as their heart rending
*YOUNG POETESS*
I wish I could have taken the sadness from her eyes
But it looked pretty permanent.
She was only three
Had no idea she was delightful.
I wish I could have moved her with me across three states.
But it would have been kidnapping
And she was a child
And I a teacher
So I moved away
Always haunted by her asking me
Can I be your little girl?
Never forgetting that in forty years.
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.
Rock
Collect
Found red one
Smooth, speckled, cool
Lying in a rock bed, with friends
Scooped you up, looked both ways, saw no one, I kidnapped you.
Waiting for the rock police, your friends, and relatives to put me in chains, valid arrest.
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