Long Africa Poems
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A Nation, wearied, sapped traumatized.
This vast exotic land, fringed by lush emerald jungles
A spark rising from the west, once looked upon by all,
A giant?
No, faded glory.
Vistas of burning star and torrential rivers
Once revered, now a derelict of crumbled epitaph
Africa, This burden weighs heavily on your brow,
These monsters slow the speed of your growth,
Stunted by greed,
raped by men,
is this a country?
where profligate band of men overtaken by fraud and moral turpitude,
Where gangsters and criminals reconvene every four years to loot.
Lords over conquered Lilliputians
Their mission obvious,
their strategies similar,
their inducement a bribe.
Lewd lords, banished the reputation of the ancestors,
Greedy goons imposed themselves as godfathers
The urchins in Lagos to the desert of almajiris of Kano
From cult cloned rivers to the borders around the Delta
Felons, fit for prison makes the rules,
And the people so docile watch a drama of an unending bondage
No resistance?
Where are their men?
To stay the impending doom of the unborn innocent citizens
There are no heroes yet, they never let them live,
A nation, where criminals becomes governors,
Bandits as senators
And a never-ending interest from dullards to rule a people.
And four-year’s tenure makes rascals twice richer as the masses beg for sustenance
Mobilized by kingpins, barons and bandits once decorated with honor
There are no heroes here, they never let them live,
monsters fit for jail order this path for their greed.
A people battered by long years of oppression
What a nation! Countries of Africa be not like this,
Mocking an incomplete incubation from colonial oppression
Sending their offspring to a second beggarly bow to slavery,
Oppressed by wicked mere mortals gathering dust as riches
Yet in the same country
Many races live there,
The Proud,
The fierce,
The warlike
And Yet unable to break free from subjugation from their new tyrants
I do not want to turn on the radio because I do not want to hear about more Palestinians starving in Gaza
I do not want to satisfy the growling in my stomach because I do not want to feel full when so many perish, even as food deteriorates at locked boarders
I do not want to watch television because I do not want to see the calamity of weaponized famine
Yet
my ears can not unhear
my hunger can not go unsatisfied
my eye can not unsee
the brutal horror of vengeance
unchecked
I dare not tune out the collective moans of a starving nation
I dare not think of my momentary lack when so many have suffered to the bone
I dare not watch when
targeted aggression goes awry
and innocents die
and the Red Crescent is no longer a symbol of piece, but a target for chaos and destruction
No I will not watch the world watch,
in silence
They hate me for speaking the truth,
For daring to show them the proof.
I'm silenced, my voice is suppressed,
Ignored, dismissed and oppressed.
I speak the truth, I speak my mind,
But somehow I keep falling behind.
Their lies are louder, their words are strong,
But I won't give up, I'll carry on.
They hate me for shedding light,
For exposing their wrongs and making them right.
They try to silence me with their hate,
But truth is stronger, it's not too late.
I'll keep speaking, I'll keep fighting,
With every word, with every writing.
I won't be silenced, I won't hide,
I'll keep speaking the truth with pride.
My parents send me postcards
As they jet set around the world
So that I have a little piece of them
I save the cards like I would exotic pearls
I'd like to tell them that I'm okay
Although both of them I miss
I often think of writing back
But have no forwarding address
I have cards from Paris, France
Amsterdam and on the Rhine
China along with Africa
I'm happy to see they're doing fine
I keep an atlas by my bed
So I can see where they are at any given time
I only wish my mom was here
To hold me as I cry
I travel to my mailbox
Lonely along the way
Looking for that postcard
To see where my parents are today
#Im_being_led
Invisible chains on my body, shackling my abilities.They said "we are molding you, crafting you, to our own like".They "said I wasn't refined enough".
They straining and enforcsing their culture into my system, was them directing my paths, mind and physic. I'm led into the great unknown to me, blindfolded, fear crippling my fragility, ravished out of my comfort zone, being refined to enforce their ethics and noms, to salvage my life and those unknown to me.
This dark world of wickedness and evil, hissing my name, waiting in the pitch black darkness, busy loading and sharpening their sharp weapons.
My spirit uprightened, accompanied by spiritual warriors, pushing me upfront: "we are behind you", they said. Fear "nothing for we are fearless ourselves", dragging with weariness, my tinny body. Sensation of courage overwhelming my spirit, forth I pierce, through dark thick and thin,
I'm escorted, by those whose greatness surpasses space and time.
#Poetic_Ink
WAZOBIA LAND
Choicelessly I appear
On a tinctured lopsided land
A land with the best brains
But with the least development
A land flowing with milk and honey
But her sons and daughters are kwashiokored
A land favoured by nature
But cursed by greed
A land beautifully painted with diversity
But cursed by bigotry and sectionism
A land that has bidden equity and justice farewell
A land where sanity is sane
A land where cabalism rules
But democracy is portrayed
A land where we have the rule of men
And not the rule of law
A land where the gavel-holders are big-pocketed men
And not the judge
A land where “khakimen” oppress
And not defend
A land that has square pegs in its round holes
A land I wish I had a choice before coming into.
YEMI AFO
"GRAVE WHERE IS THY VICTORY AND DEATH WHERE IS THY STING"? How does a person after "Death" turn into dust? The person who "Died" gets eaten "UP"! The person who died got eaten up by a life form! We see it everyday,and we see dogs ,and other animal kind lay on the streets and finally rot and decay,and a living source is there to eat the rotting body without any pay! The body turns to dust after a while,and we need not be beguiled!How does a person after death turn into "DUST"?...........The person who died got eaten up by a "LIFE FORM"!!!!!! LIFE eats "DEATH" UP!!!!!
That is reality,and the real stuff!!! The "Cancer" that some people have "EATS Them UP"!!!! When anyone dies they are eaten "Dead" and not alive"!!!! We eat "Meat" ,and we eat Plants,and we eat fruits too,and when we die living organisms,and creatures eat us and the dust that we turn into!!! There is no ands,buts,ifs,or maybes,: Life itself eats dead babies! Sometimes we are eaten "Alive" by "CANCER",and we realize that "CANCER" is alive ,and is working to make its best effort to make us die!!!We kill "CANCER" to survive!!! Sometimes "Killing" is "Wise"!!!!!! "Do you feel the "Wise Vibes"? Killing Cancer is "Wise",because cancer is killing,and hates life and living lives!!!!We might die,and we will still be eaten by another form of life,and that should make us "WISE":and "NEVER" seek death;because in "DEATH"we will be eaten by "Something " that is "ALIVE"!!!!! Do you feel the vibes that "I" "DESCRIBE"!!!!!! VIBES,VIBES,VIBES,.......I "DESCRIBE"!!!!!!!! VIBES!!!!! Seeking "LIFE" is "WISE"!!!! Seeking "Death" is a real "NEGATIVE VIBE"!! "Try to stay alive,and be wise!!! SEEK a "Living "GOD",and God is wise!!! GOD NEVER DIES!! GOD consumes "DEATH" and "The Devil Himself"!!! Why worship "The Devil" who is destined to die? Jesus Christ died and was raised from "The Dead",by "The Lord God Almighty",who is "The Master True"! God raised "His Only Begotten Son" to save me and you!JULY 19-2019.!
Satan wants my leg
The right one
He's been trying
for years
First when as a child
in Gonja Hospital
Butt injection smack
in sciatic nerve
The pain - oh my god
flexed my knee
Dr. Lubia with a board
straightened it
Then an excited preteen
on class excursion
Tomato plant in Pwalugu
leg in drain gutter
The osteo that mom treated
with prayers & tears
Anyamu the medicine man
with boiling herbs
Today the herniated disc
pain - oh my god
The drop foot and more
L4-L5 L3-L4
Satan wants my right leg
he wont get it
Try as hard as he can
I'll still keep it
Don't judge me
If you can't feel me
Don't point accusing
Fingers at me
For you point one finger
At me
Four fingers
point back to you
Don't judge me
If you can't feel me
Don't cast the first stone
For you don't feel
My grief
Either do you
Know my joy
Who wears the shoe
Knows it better
Don't judge me
If you can't feel me
Don't crucify me
For am not for
Your play
Your motives are clear
Like you never thought
I could realise
Don't judge me
If you can't feel me
I wonder how you know
I was wrong
And speak words
So sow to my
Ways
Don't judge me
If you can't feel me
Why you worry
About my way
Or Is African not
Routed by hunters
For am not the
First or last writer that
Write poems about the
Life in the third
World
Don't judge me
If you can't feel
Me
Then you need a walk
With me
To the jungle
Where life itself
Exist to terror
Day by day
Night by night
Don't judge me
If you can't feel me
Don't block me
My ways are best
Known By me
Your ways are best
Known by you
Don't judge me
If you can't feel me
At list allow me to feel
While you keep
hating on others
All time, don't forget
Life is all about everything
You and I
Don't judge me
For is obvious
That my kind
Is who I am
So when I feel
Try to feel
What I feel
Before you open
Up on me
To mock me
Don't judge me
For l love to
Live freely as
Nature permit
when I do
What I do
I expect at worst
Your compromise
As a good friend
Don't judge me
CHARMING SOUTH AFRICAN WINTER
Countries where fluffy, naughty frilly snow continually falls,
Is a fairy-tale where children and adults, skate on sheets of ice.
In South Africa we also see with wondrous awe, when snow calls
And time arrives, these tasteless watery flakes fall soundlessly, so nice
Upon our mountain peaks which do undoubtedly suffice,
For us to travel far, take in these wondrous sights, which do entice!
The Drakensburg, the Western Cape and semi desert Karoo
Are just the places to which, not many of us think to go, in lieu,
For the best Winter holiday one could ever have, is here in the Karoo,
Where a little like the Yorkshire Moors lambs huddle, some just two
Others many in the snow, and if you go to Tarakstad in the Karoo,
Likened to Alaska, you’ll find a picture card, send photos to a few!
Wrapped up warmly one crisp bitterly cold day, only my eyes do peep,
Take a brisk cold walk along a small trodden path, such a sight Oh Lo,
Colored scattered orange aloes pop up here and there, some grow steep
Children playing, building snowmen, having fun, all local folk, no foe,
Rolling country side covered in a sheer white blanket of fluffy snow,
Cold, I return, roaring fire sparks, magic, romance, where else would I ever go!
Not forgetting I still have the game parks to visit up North, stark and dry
Rains in Summer, an abundance of game pass a water hole, as I keep still my eye!
31.12.18 ENTERED FOR SONNET CONTEST WINTER WONDERLAND SPONSORED BY EMILE PINET SADLY ~ SADLY CANNOT ENTER AS WITH THE TIME DIFFERENCE I GOT CONFUSED