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Our land
—hardship reigns supreme,
Education
—not key to a better dream,
We tried to depend on our strength;
But alas!
The cost of living
—a burden that weighs us down like a heavy chain.
We toil like horses,
But can't feed like ants:
Graduates roam the streets
—struggling for daily bread—
a meagre score.
For long we coped
—but now it's unbearable,
Hunger pangs echo everywhere—
a constant, gnawing snare.
The nation's like a ship without a rudder—
lost at sea,
The economy's a house of cards
—fragile, destined to be.
We're like birds with broken wings
—unable to fly,
Like trees in a drought—
withering away
—our hopes dry.
Say no to bad governance!
Say no to decay!
Let's rise up!
Demand change, come what may!
It used to be that many dreamed.
At least that is the way it seemed.
But that was more than a few years ago now.
A good life in which we all starred;
a house with fence around the yard:
The dream which the hard-working man could strive for. . .
Chorus:
We can dream on; we can dream on.
We can dream on; we can dream on.
We only had to go to school,
Be sure to follow every rule,
like paying toward our own security plan
with special taxes all must pay.
They rise; we pay them anyway,
believing we’ll get by in our great gold years
Chorus:
We can dream on; we can dream on. . .
In years when wars were being fought,
The dream, still strong, was being sought,
by Veterans returning to their loved ones.
Prosperity came after war,
for everyone kept wanting more,
so things improved, at least as I recall them. . .
Chorus: We can dream on; we can dream on. . .
The kids who went to college would
then graduate and as they should,
could work in their profession, raise their families.
Eventually they’d have a house
and growing older with their spouse,
look forward to retirement, their home paid for. . .
Chorus: We can dream on; we can dream on. . .
Retirement funds in just one year
ran dry and CEO’s, I hear,
got bonuses while laying off their workers.
Young graduates cannot find work
and horrors round each corner lurk
for those who lose their jobs and source of income.
Chorus: We can dream on; we can dream on. . .
Today we have to buckle down
and try hard not to show a frown
while searching for a job that pays less money
while politicians talk their talk
but don’t know how to walk the walk,
and sit there making sure they get their raises!
Chorus: We can dream on; we can dream on. . .
The Congress just keeps playing dumb
And half the country has gone numb
while stressing over what’s in store for us now
because of lies that we were told,
like how we’d live when we got old.
“Dream on” I say (but not in Mama’s same tone).
Chorus: We can dream ON; We can dream ON. . .
For the HALLELUJAH Contest of Frank H.
I have studied and I’ve got my last degree
My heart has learned its lessons one by one.
I’m a graduate of the grief academy
I didn’t know how painful it would be
When a man you love is here and then is gone
I’ve been studied and I got the third degree
The tears I wept could wash out the Dead Sea
Remove the salt and scour the shore till done
I’m a graduate of the grief academy
I know now I must die,we cannot flee
We turn to dust and that is not much fun
I have studied and I’ve got my last degree
It’s no News, nothing for the BBC
Unless you’re Stephen Hawkings, that great man
We’re graduates of the grief academy
We can’t control life with a self made plan
God is gone though prayer might well begin
I have suffered till I got a new degree
I’m a graduate of the grief academy
Welcome to Sapele, a small city
In Delta State, Nigeria to be precise
The land of rubber, timber, oil and gas
The land of tourism
Once the most peaceful city, now terrifying
Once resourceful, now lacking and slacking.
No infrastructure, but so many hotels
Girls reside just like hostels
For prostitution
A city filled with corruption
Boys carrying out atrocity
Because of instability
Disrupting the city, causing insecurity
Just to live impressively
So many graduates without occupation
Poverty is the mother of crimes.
Camouflage everywhere
Trying to prove them competence
Over evidence
Beating and harassing
Whosoever don't go their way
But they've never apprehended a criminal
Steadily oppressing and collecting bribes
Just to feed and defend their tribes
Now you see a black man
Enslaving another black man
Just to feel superior over the minors.
The system failed us all
But none wanna take the blame
Not even the leaders
This s makes us lame
Even when we're in our lane
Working with confident
They do negligent
Forgetting we got evident.
Instead of shutting negativity down
They wanna shut the city down
Just to perform the rituals
So they can carry out their evil acts
They keep generational wealth
But keep neglecting the people's well being.
Instead of working on the security sector
They try to bring their own setup
Giving section and sanction which is law
That only suits their insecurities
Because they know the damage they've done
The graduates have to work for illiterates
A city where the skillful and competent works for the tyrants and incompetent.
Scale mosaic tail lays gracefully draped over rock
Sumptuous hip width to skin graduates
Saturated waist trailing tendrils touched by moss
Silk mermaid nautical languor eminates
Sorrow in inhibit, love's absence induces her sobs
Vanguard calmly addresses the depths with probe
Weaving seemlessly amongst seaweed
Gentle marina mistress, Clementine reserves hope
For a qualified merman, in love succeed
Tugged subtly by tides of princely promises flowed
Spell of solo exploration doesn't tarnish bright fins
Siren inspired by increasing innate talent
Sanguine supple lovely needn't gun for yang to yin
Suitor to exceed her calibre, most haven't
Shown aptitude for brave compassion, closest kin
Clam fan covered curves retain an untainted heart
Slender arms open troves old tides buried
Gracious Clementine stays patient for Cupid's dart
Pleasant peaks of top lips drip salt, selfish
Lungs unemcombered by blunder summons laugh
Tinkle bells bemused chortle across vibrant pearls
Heightened by judicious standpoint jubilee
Felicious pageant entrant in a fish tail gown swirls
Heavy gems adorn torso tight with chastity
Air orgasmed chest of benevolent treasure unfurls
16th February 2021
Entered into Charlotte Peddifoot's
Open Poetry Contest
BLESSINGS ON GRADUATION
Fresh Graduates! Congratulations!
Blessings and admiration
for your hard work and achievement.
Crossed the first fence
showing clearance
to step onward on commitment
of new journey on path of life
challenging every strife
with dulcet dream
to the full brim.
Continue batting in your field
till your dreams are not fulfilled.
May be your motto ‘My Life is mine,’
to access success and to shine.
Modern Generations hold higher intelligence.
But old Generations have genuine experience
to guide and advice: You analyze,
choose and judge on new enterprise.
But respect instructions from elders
to strengthen your shoulders.
Have firm faith to progress.
Be truthful and fearless.
Honest effort endless:
God stays in soul to bless.
04/04/21
' A Graduation Blessing' Contest by BJ Legros Kelley
'All Yours (Apr 20) Contest by Brian Strand
Each Saturday morning, Matilda Merryweather would leave her
beautiful mansion on a hill to do volunteer work at New Beginnings.
A nonprofit organization to help women get off drugs. No one knew
of her wealth. Not only did she volunteer there one day out of the
week, but she also gave money each year anonymously. She was a
recovering addict from prescription drugs and felt it was her life’s
mission to pay it forward. Every time a woman graduates from the
program, her heart is filled with glee. Matilda plans on going back
to school to get a degree in drugs and alcohol to become a counselor.
Every day that she is blessed to see another day, she thanks the
good Lord she has managed to stay clean and sober for five years.
genuine kindness
seeks no applause or spotlight~
reward; act itself
08/4/2021
Contest: Kindness
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
off the beaten path we go
nothing like the thrill of newness
even when it gets old, something new is discovered like a dylan record
we embrace our respective kid at heart approach to things
it definitely brings us closer and alleviates unneeded stress
we already are graduates of lonely street university both with a masters in isolation studies
now here we go....eager students of professor unexpected
what we learn is more than valuable to our minds and our potential future endeavors
it is like a blank page full of colors with the beautification of water for the purpose of intrigue
when life goes in directions of low places, it inspires you to strive of the highest heights
we are giants....yet still so microscopic in our travails
we yearn to see more, but in the reality of life duty calls in the form of a time clock
however, we bless the heavens for the earnings bestowed upon us nowadays....
....so off the beaten path we go....
INDEPENDENT DEPENDABLE
Independent dependable nation
Got her independent 50s years back
She is independent dependable nation
Average of her products are made in China
It was once said by her son
During oil boom that
the problem of this nation isn't
But how to spend it
Independent nation full of beggars
Independent dependable with numbers of graduate
Dependable nation are citizens are starving
Independent nation seems a land of unease
Where a few have too much
And many none at all
Dependable nation trains graduates not innovators
Talent are not appreciated in dependable nation
Negative utilization of talent is highly welcome
Dependable nation! Dependable nation! Dependable nation!
Wake-up from thy old sleep
You are old enough to have
Thy independent grand children
©® 25/9/17 . Abdul-Wakeel Abdur-Rasheed Junaid