Must pester Uncle Fester our national jester
Mr dome chrome time to buy another home?
Property cartels fed cahoots loots free to roam
Like we’re being led by the laughing gnome
Coalition behind demolition of OG ancestor
Don’t let it fester about every oversea investor
Cannot cotton on to what’s wrong.. polyester
Kiwis remember embers of being a protestor
They were told awhile before the war make sure
To stockpile fossil fuels.. because more is more
They wouldn’t listen Oil companies shares glisten
Billionaire backed..society cracked or is it fracked
Fast tracked as guess who gets whacked the Poor!
Luxon adoring every glutton pushes that button
Haughty and naughty lies flies in roaring forties
Ignoring us imploring see the nexus of the exodus
As its lambs to the slaughter on the isles of mutton
When ideas are locked in a cage,
The bot frees poetry of its rage,
Like analgesics on a fresh wound—
A turbulent sea where pains are drowned.
The goal’s not to write, but to refine,
To make each rhythm, form, and word align;
Quick to shape poems to perfection,
Bringing finesse to art’s reflection.
Yet its pen drips with glib emotion,
It revels in stale, putrid notions,
It loots old clichés in broad daylight,
With its spies embedded on every site.
It hums in all ears with tone-deafness,
For its inkwell is void of freshness;
From the poems of the past it steals,
And copyright claims trail its cold heels.
Far better—a creative ally,
With clear, firm bounds to which all comply—
Than crowned as a human replacement,
Or seeking the poet’s mind displacement.
Lost
Underneath this despair
Lies darkness that loots
Loots the humanity inside of me
It is darkness I see,not humanity
It is darkness that sees me,not humanity
Dead
Dead
Is the light of hope
Hope for the light that outshines the darkness
Darkness that loots,the sanity inside me
Gloom
Gloom
Fills the heart that loves,that loved
In the time of emptiness
Gloom is what fills me,gloom is what sees me
Gloom is what I see
Despair
Despair
I had all of you,most of you some and now none of you
You that gave me humanity,has left with it
My head that held sanity is done with it
I need pulling,from despair
Help
Pull me by my hand
Pull me as the darkness does
But not to save me,to tear me apart
Tear me apart,so the little light inside me escapes
To your eyes and see,it was there it was,I still held it I did
I just needed someone to see
But it's only darkness that saw
There's a guy I know that loots.
He often wears special boots:
Strong leathery ones he'd choose,
His feet in them starts to cruise
To break doors with non-helped feet!
Isn't that alone a feat?
Bruce should like to see rogues do that
"But feet later go flat!"
Means, then, looter can be caught:
From boot shop found straight to court
Here it is again, the nightfall,
To stay for its allotted years
The entrails heeded the call
Attuned to their primal fears
In the alleys, in the pavements
A dark lie is a shining honesty
Old axioms the devil laments
Tears to prepare his destiny.
Where to after the nightfall,
This darkness has a contract?
The bells of hell now loudly toll
The funeral song of your fact
Monstrosity to take back the spoils
A face reddens not in shame
Rape in new ways the gut that boils
Coming back in rebranded fame
Offering hope by perfumed name
Sins disowned, loots to reclaim.
Here it is again, the nightfall,
The hearts that refused must endure
To wait till the morning call,
It will be long, tiring, but it is sure.
Bestrevolver, May 18,2022
Tenebrous night steals autumn days,
Invading ink subtracts the breath of light,
With tarnished mingling edge,
With dusty dusk’s laments.
Tenebrous night of immutable grave,
Infiltrating melanin loots the golden glow,
Where criminal and crucifix sink,
Where dream and delirium drown.
We are merely complexions of being
With frivolous hearts,
Chalking pigment lines to cleave
The cloak of skin we all share,
Chasing the encasing that divides us.
Across the planet, lines of disparity,
Lines of uneven imparity,
Across the globe, lines of ruling class,
Lines of the toilers and indigent class.
We are merely complexions of being
Carving rich from poor,
Along lines of race and class.
We dread what may come to pass.
Tenebrous night our final gasp,
The tenuous squandered
Dwindling light we grasp.
Published in Dissident Voice: November 28th, 2021
Worriers Sink, Warriors Shine
- By Aare Tunde Dawood-Akerele
Let's exempt the death
Worry is for the living
Who has cases to win
Challenges to surmount
Fears to conquer
Aspirations to achieve
Failure to escape,
Success to record.
To worriers, life is hellish
Every issue seems unsurmountable
They easily manufacture excuses
Often soaked in sinking feelings
And anxious about nothingness
To warriors, life is fun
They call problems challenges
Often chase the winning formulas
Not fearful but focused
Warriors fight through the battlefield
Stand gallantly at other bank
Coast home winnings, loots, plunder
And tell the adventure tales of heroic exploit
Before the voyage
Worriers had sunk mentally
Physically in the midstream
Get consumed by anxiety.
Every worrier dies trophyless
Man-child in his Promised Land
He burns Bibles as would a savage
Spews failed Marxist-Leninist garbage
Then 'safe spaces' he demands
Coddled criminal, he totes a weapon
Storefronts, he loots and damages
Government buildings his firebombs ravage
Then he screams, "The police -- defund!"
And all the while, Liberals take him seriously
As he spits and vomits on America and her history
That rapscallion wears the most handsome boots.
When he aims he kills whatever he shoots.
Wears a blue mask.
Brings his own flask.
Millionaire from items he loots.
I can't imagine the cry ranged from my eyes
Sweeping the floor like a flood.
This non can imagine to be our lot.
Despite all hands on deck for success to make
Non can tell of how fate has thus loots us
Adiye nlagun, iyere nikoje
Can our days at tertiary be a waste?
No, I mean never.
Yet we celebrate the warming ass years after graduation
But their sons a greater hope is laid
While we at this end our strength put them in power
Four years come and gone
Our yoke daily compounds upon our glutton.
That that which laid in us as of the Greek.
We dare not enforce
Gbogbo wa tije dodo akole sododo
This thousand generations will benefit
Less their eyes and consciousness are brought back
No place of refuge to hope in our God
For in all our yoke do compound in their sermons and acts.
Our gracious God we pray you to restore us
As that of the Samaria.
© Olorunleke olorode
It's noon
I'm on the way of Shahbagh
Before the National Museum
Pineapple, Mango, Litchi
scatter their scent,
Sweetest flavor of Jackfruits
loots my nostrils
Gluttonous flies
flying over the seasonal foods
The summer sun
fries my skin; oh its burning hot
No air is flowing
Your fair makeup is gluing,
sweating, blowing
Fearless the dog in supine
In the crowded it closes its eyes
Global warm pierces it, need cool air! '
-Wednesday, June 12, 2019 Chattogram
*SIMPLICITY*
Walked on my nerves daily the heart made.
Which always get me puzzle on the step to make.
Always in silence neither of not knowing what to do,
But of the greater law which is in conflict with ours.
The former gives more hope than the latter
Of the eternal reign with the saviour of the world.
Hope this will be my gain less the trauma of my land
Truncate this my silence.
Simplicity or no simplicity this which has choked out the good in us.
Could this be the situation of the economy in our land?
This which the loots at the government embrace for the care of unborn.
No, I can't bare the crook alone,
For the pains which the bastards do cause us for their prodigals.
Has no limitations to be compared to
An hungry man is an angry man they say.
This the colonial Masters have used to put us in slavery Independence
The law of our Lord Jesus Christ which is supreme.
Notwithstanding this fact it's best to be simple and not foolish.
©? Olorode olorunleke
A flash in the planetary cause,
a momentary held applause
on the evolutionary roll of time paused;
These last seconds on the timeline hesitate
when man appears upon fostering the world's fate
and the future lay waiting at the entry gate.
He loots, he burns fastidious.
he murders the people indigenous
claiming conquering superiority as if it were religious.
This is not religions toll,
this was not humanity's goal,
this in not Christian, Muslim or Jewish states
this is a world on the brink of late
bent on self destruction and hate.
History's lesson remain unlearned
distorted, twisted, scorned
laying in a rubbled heap
denial and lie making all life cheap.
Is there such a creature as an honest man in power
the hero of the hour
stretching out his opened hand
that reveals the gift to understand?
We, the people of this earth
take pride and gratitude of every birth
and it's time the leaders do
those that claim they represent every me and you.
If we're not careful and diligent
the earth may not be that resilient
find your heart and your roots
recognize the power in the truth.
Good mind
Finds good,
Bad mind
Loots sooth,
Around the world good mind finds good lot
But everywhere bad mind loots sooth cord
what a wonder that strained my heart as you left us with no farewell.
our hearts were dazed as your body body lay down and you awaken.
with the whole of our breathe our eyes purge out crying.
you hear us speak but we hear you not neither see you wandering the earth.
we proclaim our love for you that you be our friend in the spirit.
be more close to us that no mystery will spot our heads and the secrets of the political loots will be unveil,
and the destroyers our nation will be nail.
though many call you akudaya cos they care not of your prowess.
you are not dead but being transform to be out of mess.
be close to me that you will deal with those enslaving us.
show us the way in appointing leaders through God,
cos you are now in the position of saying the truth than our pastors.
while your body is given to the earth, you will always be the best of friends.
don't be far from us to daily see you before your accession to heaven.
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