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It’s with heavy heart I pen this verse
Watching your father pass by in the hearse
Takes me back to that night in the shed
When you said, this is like fireworks
It was, I dropped the cigarette on the petrol can
Still, as I remarked, not many sheds get a technicolour funeral
He was beyond reason
Not helped when rumours of por*o magazines started circulating
He told me straight, marry my daughter and I’ll kill myself
So we married in haste
But he didn’t keep his promise
What a waste
Still, when that great oak fell on top of his new shed
I had a grin from ear to ear
It was like the chainsaw massacre, but more fun
It was about that time you found god
I found your sister
You forgave me, I was weak
She was pregnant, sixteen weeks
Your dad went mad, he said I was the devil incarnate
Then he dropped dead
They looked at me in horror, in dread
Like it was something I said
Do something they cried
I didn’t know any songs, so I punched him between the eyes
He was definitely dead
I carried the coffin
The least I could do
I shed a tear, maybe two
We decided to scatter his ashes over his pride and joy
But they couldn’t be found
The crematorium were in shock, people were running around
It was like he just disappeared
I was agog
Couldn’t see the mist for the smog
Later that day, just to console
I produced a big rocket
Really his soul
I set it off, and said goodbye
They had a little cry
It climbed high in the sky
They gave a sigh
Should it not explode
Well it is supposed to go with a bang
Just then it made its descent
It was like he was heaven sent
Plummeting to earth
Mad as hell
We all dived for cover
Just as well
She screamed, oh god, oh boy
No need to tell you where he landed
Okay then
His comfort and joy.
I have read the Code Noir.
I have read the papal bull of Nicholas V.
I have read the charter of imperialism.
I have read the Indigenous Code
I have read the Torah, the Bible, and the Quran.
I have read the racist recollections of ***** swimming bans and France’s human zoos.
I have read the dismal pages of French history.
I have studied the ideological constructs of negrophobic, supremacist, and racialist philosophers.
I have meditated on the sacrifice of the Black Force in the trenches of world wars.
I have meditated on the centuries of torment and dehumanization endured by my ancestors.
I have pondered deeply the savagery of slavery,
the barbarity of colonization, and the capitalist tyranny imposed by the demons of Western democracy.
I have meticulously leafed through and examined every blackened page of the slaver, colonialist, imperialist, and racist history of the West’s slave-trading nations.
I have journeyed across the Earth to affirm that Black skin remains the most despised of humanity.
Imperialist Western powers bear responsibility for every human catastrophe that falls upon Africa.
They sow chaos so the bloodiest dictatorships may thrive.
They sow Satanism so every shade of decadence, disguised as progress, bursts from the bowels of hell.
They have always fed on the wild plunder of Africa’s riches.
They have always treated Africa as a reservoir of raw materials and a free bank of human organs.
They divide, steal, rape, plunder, burn, massacre, genocide, demonize, assassinate,
Whomever they want, whenever they want, wherever they want, in Africa.
Two girls playing in the wood
Two girls at the bottom of the garden.
Two girls nieces of mine.
Two girls find something that frightens.
A skull with scars and silent dark cries.
The still lake erupts with a tide.
No wind and nowhere to hide.
The water claims back what's lost
Then calms the girls cries and teardrops.
Two girls found a natural force out there.
Two girls whose lives will always have to bear.
The evil they found in the face of the once been
They will never understand what it means.
Just be witness to what they should not have seen.
The spirits of the lake will remain cold.
From a massacre of centuries old.
The truth is buried out there.
The lake where no one should dare
To enter the realm of the untold.
The truth out there will never be told.
My thoughts came up again
Like the rush of a heavy a rain
My finger tips swollen with symbols
Drained in paints of inspired constructs.
I have seen a poison bought cheaply
And kills in a twinkle done twinkly
I have seen of a massacre done
A man under this sun.
I know of a poison bodily bottled
Inherently laden and mottled
Ten times massacre
In abandon and without care.
I have seen a company of bush meats
That roams in pride and strange feats
I know of the dread of a disease
That has crowned many their lives to cease.
I have heard of a prostitutes’ notification
Stripped of their personification
An animalized synonymy
‘’BUSH MEATS ACADEMY’’
I have seen the beasts in men
Like the draught in lions’ den
Many out of many
Dry wells without comfort any.
I have seen the husbands’ experience
Where anger holds their manly evidence
Too hot to control their fisting prowess
A cowardly way to husbandly express.
I have seen the sheer foolishness in beauty
That robs off a woman’s intellectual quality
And the integrity in ‘’Iwalewa”
What then is beauty polished every hour?
I have seen beautiful Agbeke chew her husband
And dashing Abike throw the food with one hand
The noise of Orekelewa Aduke has woken me,
My standby alarm every early morning.
This morn I woke before the sun
The sky was dark and menacing
Just like the man who yesterday
Shooting his gun indiscriminately
Those innocent lives he took away
A massacre after a bright sunny day
Mass killings are now three hundred and seven
Of innocent souls who are now in heaven
In days now totaling three hundred and eleven
These evil creatures instigating Armageddon
There is nothing I can really say
but wish they’d take those guns away
On this deeply sad, traumatic day
My thoughts are in the USA
I send my love and hope and pray
that you will all keep safe today
Written after another mass shooting headlined our News Bulletins
9th November 2018
“Oh, not in my town,” you doth so loudly protest.
But I tell you, they are even in your governments!
The first sign is~ suppression of your free speech.
We let them, outlaw words, while leaders sun at the beach?
You will find that your country,is really no longer your own,
All your taxes go to others from other countries, unknown.
Your country’s flag is burnt in the streets with livid hate and glee?
By masked protestors, filling the streets with grand superiority.
The USA policemen and women are killed with joy and glee?
And people run for President, supporting this inhumane tragedy?
When, in your country, your rights are out the patriotic window.
Be afraid, be very afraid……of this Communistic horror show.
You will be jailed for words that you wrote a friend online?
In free countiries, you write as you choose, and all is fine…
I watch, news from international servers and stations.
Powerful nations are stealing your rights, its citizens,given a ration.
The Nazis march in your streets, to destroy another nation.
Their hate so obvious and ill, that it is a cause for celebration?
These same people, would have gladly cheered on…the Holocaust?
Today, wear masks and scream for death~indeed their souls are lost!
Their heroes killed babies, youngsters, parents in their own homes.
And butchered the young at a dance..as the daybreak’s sun has shown.
A butcher shop of dead, young people unidentifiable, they were in parts.
These monsters then killed their families, and destroyed homes and farms.
So the friends of this bloody mayhem, do march in your “free”streets.
Supported by the UN and all of them, Satan’s souls, a most delicious treats.
Most nations want this nation,wiped off the face of this now maliciciuos earth.
Satan will welcome them, that Fallen Angel, with his evil smile of dirth.
God bless the thousands of innocents murdered a year ago today..
I have grieved for them all, each day nonstop without allay.
The media has largely ignored this most tragic event of my life.
I hope I awaken some souls to this horror and world strife.
Bless and release the starving, lonely, abused and dead hostages!
The 10/7/2024
In Honor of the fallen during the Nova Massacre.
November 7th, 2023! I will never forget!
Wings black as midnight draw back
from infernos façade
Secret devices sharp,
keen of talons and man-made MAW
EYES; Scarlet, pumpkin fire orange at the heart,
sleek silence across an industrial park.
A Golghota of wasted landscapes
of dark homes dirty secrets
die in shadowy shallow pools lit by starlight.
Silky silence of doom gleam
something slithers slides
ruination in its wake
it knows the deepest
Darkest Hidden things
In all of our lives.
As a shadow, it glides across
those who are foolish enough to witness...
It drives burning engines
Of our known deepest pride.
It’s wings are of Raven claw
in Hue and Design
Sharp black onyx with a hint
of Crimson at its core.
Give the devil its do,
Keen as a razor, it cuts our silent eyes
his thoughts
his regrets
His desire.
IT is so very much more,
it watches form time
Waits in the home…
A heart, Onyx and black.
IT rages, willing for war
the anger
the hate
IT rips and it BOARS
in the shadows of man
It Cover the darkest of lands
the silver shade of silence.
The massacre of innocence
Infernal devices turn as onyx wings burn Black
They draw back from an intricate façade
talons razored keen wired for flight.
As Scarlet, pumpkin fire orange at its heart
it knows all and lays waste to sanity
to reap when it desires.
Golghota of wasted city-scapes,
of dark dirty secrets
in all of our hearts
all of our homes
Is the tangerine tranquility
of divine signature—
a chlorophyll sanctum
for kindled minds,
where identity softens
into its sovereign form.
Uniqueness glistens
like diamonds in agate woods,
flowing like a brook
through silenced seastorms,
casting resilient ripples
of peace in chaos.
Kaleidoscopic hues
lather liberation
in lilac breath,
woven through rose-glazed silk,
layering thy self
beyond binary divides.
Weaving a raspberry mirage,
condensing orbits once defined,
gravity kneels to lucid silhouettes —
where polarization, veiled in vines,
drifts through phantoms of shadowed memes,
labeling itself among quiet captives.
Appearance deceives—
a haunted massacre,
gnawing at edges
of borrowed illusions,
trapped in the coffin
of jinxed confessions.
Still, I yearn for that foetal light—
a harlequin armour
on mannequin soul,
held by the thinnest threads
of clairvoyant defiance,
tethered to becoming.
Dusk drapes the horizon
in crimson hush,
penning butter-paper dreams
into the murmuring breeze,
where buried silence exhales
fractured fragments of valour.
Chances are
Come time to remain
It wears our crest
It knows of our land our domain
Deep thought in time of massacre
But after, that's when the River can explain
I released the burden
The arrow out the quiver
The AR15 or the M16
But this time, there is no profit to save us
Proof of reverence deep in our vein
Today, I feel a fight but with no man or life against
Just to keep water below my neck
The ones should never be given the power
Poverty's grip bounces in the street
Then acts like a clown and becomes the wind
The weight is incredible
But it floats away
Carried by those with love deep
Enter the invited invaders
Their white hanker-chief waiting to be
Someone with a free ticket
Someone the opposite of me
My Catnee
Great
Catnee
My sweet pet
accompanied me
Christmas gifts to get.
I put the Christmas tree
at corner of garden gate.
close to my cat’s territory
to get spectacular view at best.
Beneath the tree all the gifts I spread.
Following traditional norm.
Golden stars are put on shed
Strings of light are hung from
fence of flower bed.
No chance of storm
predicted.
And Mom
Said.
On branch I hang jingle bells to ring.
Catnee was watching all along.
On her neck I tied a string
with bell to ring ding-dong
She cheered on running.
With Christmas song
went evening,
so long
fine.
Next morning Catastrophe shattered all.
Cute Catnee made big massacre.
stars are torn, strings of light fall
She chewed gift wrapper
kicking bells as ball.
messy all over.
As I call,
toddler
crawls.
12/06/15
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