heads
wise, functional
bobbing, talking, turning
leaderships, guides, appendages, backside
wiggling, protruding, tugging
whiplike, furry
tails
Date created: 02/03/2022
The mosaic
A myriad of faces,
Most, long and forlorn,
Each in a constant flux,
Eking out a living
Worry, deeply etched,
Like parallel ridges,
On an otherwise barren waste
The many faces,
Painted with the ink,
Of the pains,
Of successive failed leaderships,
On the canvas; Nigeria
A giant mosaic -
A picture, yet of hope,
Hope deeply engraved,
On our collective psyche
Our collective psyche-
A Mosaic
Of our individual pessimism,
Nurtured in the manure
Of perpetual system decay,
It's foul stench,
Slowly eroding our gaiety,
Yet, delicately perfumed,
Perfumed by our collective hope,
Our hope for a better tomorrow
Foggy Mist
As I lay comely asleep a foggy mist surrounds me
As I wonder through this fog wondering what it is that I can see
As my dream becomes deeper I get closer and there I saw
A Captain out in a stormy sea as I could see all the people on his ship
Where all scared But when I looked into the captains eyes I could see no fear
For the captain had no time to be scared all he thought about was those
Peoples fear as I watched that captain with my own to eyes fight that storm
with all his might as the winds changed and the storm blow over and
the sea became calm I looked into the captains eyes that one more time
and there I saw so much care that all the people on his ship had all been
saved from that sudden foggy storm that came out to sea as I woke from my
Dream I thought about what that captain showed me that a leaderships
Roll is important to us All
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