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People still seek to improve lives,
Proudly wearing red, white, and blue.
They have endured much bitter strife
With opinions of many hues.
Women deserve the right to choose.
People seek lives both rich and rife
With honesty and kind muses,
But they still seek to improve lives.
I'm keeping my Bald Eagle dice
To guard myself against a ruse
And protect myself from snake bites
Hidden beneath red, white, and blue.
Citizens are attached with glue
To the Internet that rises
For new, online interviews.
The youths have sung to such great heights!
Kindness prevails beneath clouds white.
Love all around these states is cool--and
Living united's a delight
With opinions of many hues.
Our faithful oath has been renewed
To build a community high.
Help others who need joyous cues.
Friends in America are kind;
People still seek to improve lives!
As it was our last night in Santander
we went out for a meal somewhat grander
Perusing the set menu I did choose
three courses with complementary booze
The waiter who came a glass did pour
leaving the bottle for me to have more.
How generous this seemed at such a good price –
those refills of wine did more than suffice;
yet what remained seemed such a shame to waste,
so I poured a glass for Olivia to taste.
With adventures in Spain so soon to lapse
we were thankful for all we'd enjoyed and relaxed.
Soon came the time to our room to adjourn,
I felt in control and steady for the return.
But on our departure I missed a step
and fell to the left. So I must accept
that a glass too many had been imbibed.
Down on the street, Olivia at my side,
a trinity of youths then rushed to my aid,
an old man on the floor before them splayed.
Muchas grazias, I said, when stood upright
relieved to be unhurt on our last night.
Looking back
I,m reminded of the glowing egos
Finding a crowd that was cluttered
on once friendly ground
Having chosen a leader, for them to speak
My thoughts now distant
from the years of collective mass
The grounds they staked out for dominance
seeking out those perceived to be emotionally
or physically weak
claiming dominion for them not to trespass
No one had yet told them tomorrow they'll be older
and the day after older still
They had thoughts only of a continuous youth
where hormones out raced sense
In this realm what was important
was the status of their position
in their chosen flock wearing the uniform
they so desired to find a place
in the collective
to sit if briefly on the throne of illusion
to be King in the limited scope of perception
and feel the rising emotion of satisfaction
convinced of their own immortality
in a false world created to understand
the changes their own growth has painted in their mind
as they stumbled towards adulthood
unaware that most of their life
will be spent in a real world of adults
and the memories of a lost kingdom
once ruled by sixteen year old youths
will vanish from the face of the Earth
like a shooting star
in the vastness of a black round sky
3/21/17 contest School Yard Politics
ENDSARS
It was at Lekki,
we were unanimous,
ENDSARS was our slogan,
the national anthem on our lips,
we made a plea without war,
to profligates in Power,
But at Lekki they shed innocent blood,
to continue their corruption.
It was at Lekki
where they pulled the trigger
men,
armed by the state,
deployed from Bonny camp,
at the orders of a despot,
the tyrannical old guard,
Dead or alive we cannot tell.
But at Lekki they shed innocent blood,
to continue their corruption.
It was at lekki
where we converged
united in purpose,
demanding an end to brutality.
and the long unceasing corruption
for which a nation is stunted.
But at lekki they shed innocent blood,
to continue their corruption.
It was at Lekki
their symbol of oppression,
became more apparent
The dictator wore his old khaki,
after long years of deception.
The Murder of Youth this time,
But at Lekki they shed innocent blood,
to continue their Corruption.
It was at lekki
they cloaked their crime in darkness,
to obscure evidence as they always do.
One more brutality in the dark,
to force the Youths to submission.
Again they shed innocent blood,
to continue their corruption.
I watched them took-off for their search for greener pastures
Adventurers with unclosed or unknown destinations
One thing was sure; they were going to cross the Mediterranean
Their determination overweighed the risk ahead of them
They were so desperate for a better life than their present conditions
Even like armless soldiers at war, they were ready to embark on their journey
These were all disgruntled youths from Africa
Their fingers of anger were all pointed at their leaders and governments
I watched them packed their loads, ready to face the unknown
Their faces proved disappointments from their fatherlands
In their minds, there was no better place than across the Mediterranean
These were jobless graduates from Africa
It was better to die in a strange land than live in a corrupt fatherland
These youths were running away from embezzlement and violation of human rights
But little did they know that all their dreams would be shattered in the Mediterranean Sea
I saw a group of frustrated mothers when the sad news stormed our land
Their dreams for a rich and better life had drowned in the Mediterranean
They cried with accusing fingers pointed at the government
Yet the government showed no compassion for her fallen compatriots
Neither did they express any pity for tears of these poor mothers
How I wished this injustice was rendered to them as well
But there was so little I could do by then
VERSE 1
We were young and strong, We were only kids when we started striving
At 8 I left my parents for friends, together we voiced the streets paving ways for a future we know nothing about
Endangering our lives, being addicts to some substance
An attack on one of us, is an attack on all of us, was our attitude
Taking risk our parents was unaware of, making moves hoping would brighten our future after being in the dark since birth.
CHORUS
THE TRENCHES is not for the weak but the strong
What one generation tolerates, the next generation embrace
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls;
The most massive characters are seared with scars
We are the alchemist of pain, wielding the power of divinity
to transmute suffering into strengths.
VERSE 2
It's a resolution for greatness, that was our theme or motor
That spirits birthed in us kept us going, even when we were at the edge of relenting.
So many times we prayed but still have to wait for an answer
We cried for help, excuses was our answers.
But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever
CHORUS....
VERSE 3
Religious war have taken the lives of many, all in the name of money and supremacy, while my parents keeps telling me oneness.
The Governments don't bothers, they keep on showing supremacy
Looting and deceits is their agendas
While my parents keeps telling democracy, the system is not for the TRENCHES
CHORUS....
VERSE 4
Nowadays youths had gone crazy, they only do what is instant gratifying
Men of integrity are now slaves, to men of dishonesty
People always looking for ways to survive, so many now lives in trauma
Because of a future filled with uncertainty
We forget to fully live in the present, unaware that, what deprived us from fulling living now
Would also deprive us from fulling living in the future, from pains to pains, day by day.
CHORUS....
VERSE 5
We walked side by side, having each others backs, with love stronger than fear
Telling ourselves life is stronger than death, even when we know death is inevitable
With our hope stronger than despair, taking risks so we can thrive
Unaware of the enemy within, within our cycle there's another
Plotting our ruin, just to to take our place, but glad discernment was our guard.
CHORUS....
in the book of Luke there's a reference that's mentioned
a disclosure of the boy named Jesus and His future intentions
He had been chosen to wear the Jewish crown upon His head
and attend to His Father business, a destiny spirit-led
the teenage boy Jesus, the Adolescent Christ
understood at an early age He had a true mission in life
born to the carpenter Joseph and the Virgin Mary
born in the city of Nazareth in abject poverty
an immaculate conception, born out of wed-lock
many could not perceive of the gift His parents had got
one day Jesus and His parents travelled out of town
but on the road back home, Jesus could not be found
His parents became frantic, they could not understand
that He would be in the temple fulfilling God's master plan
the Adolescent Christ was just trying to comprehend
His true purpose for being on earth among mere men
He was seeking the knowledge that which He needed to know
from whence He had came and where He was destined to go
He was appointed with a chosen destiny
and had a desire to know why He was given this activity
don't go about allowing society to put labels on you
don't allow anyone to tell you what you can not do
seek out your lineage and about your ancestors learn
then apply that knowledge to everything in life you need to discern
for you have been chosen just like the Adolescent Jesus Christ
remember God had a purpose for giving you life
as youths yourselves, you are in a precarious situation
not quite adults but needing your own sense of validation
walking a fine line between the young and the old
trying to be respectful with a desire to be bold
the Adolescent Christ, Jesus the boy king
determined to discover what His appointment did mean
and just like the teenagers of society today
searching, hoping and seeking to find their own way
with a craving to look beyond their own expectations
wanting to exceed their ancestors accumulations
just let the Lord God strengthen you and let Him be your guide
and like His son Jesus Christ, let the Holy Spirit in you reside
trust in Him, believe in Him and may your conduct be above board
discover your heritage and your destiny while doing the work of the Lord
How pleased we are that you're not dead,
you stayed inside and went to bed?
Alas, I had to go out twice
and met some folk who weren't too nice.
With eggs in hand, they didn't care
that older people got a scare.
Not from spirits in the night,
but gangs of youths out for a fight.
I also saw some tiny tots
with bags of sweets in cauldron pots.
Gifts from those who'd met the sight
of ‘demon' children out at night,
dressed like devils straight from hell
and ringing on their front door bell.
Apart from what some fools had done,
most folk shared in a good nights fun.
I also met some things from hell
that filled the air with putrid spell
searching for some souls to rape
as Halloween opened the gate.
With Angels walking by my side
we shut their gate, with them inside.
But you survived to tell the tale,
your dreams, this time, let you prevail….
Ivor G Davies
Careful—what you hear
is not truly what mind heard;
bias wears a voice
we sort the world by its sound—
kinship hums in tone and tongue.
Talk sounds funny—strange,
not what you're used to hearing
through your native ears
guardrails narrow to constrain
how you render each word's sound.
Hearing listens first
for cadence, tone, inflection—
truth dressed in accents;
one voice rises, one falls through,
judged before the words arrive.
A child chooses friends—
not for faces, but a voice
that feels like their own;
in accents they speak at home
echoing inheritance.
As youths grow older
their speech bends towards the room,
softly converging—
to belonging in the crowd
with a learned change in accent.
Careful—he might hear
you—not as you fully are
mutual bias
is voiced in accented sounds—
kinship strummed in scope and tone.
Louder world but lonely life
Be wise young youth
Don’t die young
Everything you see on social media
Is not all true
Out there online a lot of people are faking there life style
They live a louder life online
While they have a lonely life at home
So be careful for what you wish for
Oh young youth
All that glitters are not gold brother
Louder world but lonely life
So many of you youths have lost your ways in life
You follow people with empty messages
People who make you feel proud but for nothing
People whose life are fake
People whose personal life are a calamity
Yet out there on line they look flashy and wealthy
Life is beyond what you see on social media
Be careful for what you wish for young youth
All that glitters are not gold