On Election Day
Party manifestoes re echoes for the last time
These saviours in their most humble selves
Are sincere with their requests;
They want to repair that which was never ruined.
They will bring plenty money on election day
Very plenty money,They know we are hungry.
They don't want us to starve anymore,
So they will pay us for our votes.
And...
Many of these intellectuals; the internet critics
And the so so will be home acting as watchdogs
As the election progresses.
Their votes would have made a fat difference,
To the final outcome of the election results, but...
We'd all rather hope, pray and still wish.
Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare
Did the government read any
of the expert and professional articles about the nation?
No! he read the truth from his bible and quran and consulted ayinlala
And would not mind the bookworms whose domain would soon
Be salted with strike and downsizing for economic growth!
Did the government hear or see
The commentary on, and documentary of the nation?
No! he heard from the rumour mongering of his caucus, cabinet
And political godfathers who are nursing manifestoes
That would restructure and make a new LIE-GE-RIA!
Did the government stay at home
To quench the fire razing down the nation?
No! he always run abroad away from the raging inferno
To seek the opinion of white house,
In order to avoid embarrassment when he seeks asylum!
Did the government open his ears and respond
To the cries of hunger, protest, disaster, bloodbath and anarchy?
No! he sits on the lap of luxury within the presidential palace
And rides out with escorts and sirens in long procession
Leading the country to its final burial!
Masters of theft
Morally retarded
With devious stealing methods
For people, today they steal
From them, tomorrow they steal
Skewing the popular concept of morality
The execuTHIEVES among rodents
Leading players in series of shocking scandals
With gross misconducts running the gamut of vices
Devious financial dealings and embezzlements
Shall I compare thee to rats?
The societal rats in human clothing
Faithless shipmates, residents of trash heaps.
Even candidates for public offices
Stripped grain warehouses
Eaten entire field of tomatoes
And other vegetables
Waves of tree climbing rats
Have stormed orange groves
And devoured the fruit
Roof rats have descended after the dark
To nip at sleeping children and adults
The then 'holy' one,
So easily stoop to thievery.
Wallowing in wanton moral filths
Manifestoes are less important
You only appear to take a satanic
And moronic relish in splashing thy vulgarities
Into the face of the public
Unless thou anchor thy knowledge to moral foundation,
The ultimate result will be dust and ashes.
Dust and ashes that will bury the hopes
And monuments of men beyond recovery
RAPTURE
Let the rain fall from the river of drought
Give the blind glasses to walk
Tame the povertarian with manifestoes
What a way my country politician have traveled
Did you remember the congo of the belly
The much we pay to sustain our breath
Fighting always to win with pride we lost
I lost hope we had a legacy
How many more will travel beyond
To reconcile our long grudge with nature
I guessed we are long due for freedom
What are they called ,the bastards that held our neck to thirst
punishing our innocent intestine for a sin that even our spine is not aware of
If taking it by tent pitching is the answer
I will prefer that which will tear cloths of dominance
Pour on our streets the water from the hunters socket
The devil that allows satan to go on vacation they are
My fingers cannot be tell lies , especially when naira is more scarce than pounds
Tell the survivors not to play to the gallery as nemesis is a season
Rushing like the wings of trumpet to blow away the worries of the sun city citizens
Under sharp
beams of mid-
night moon,
they assemble,
Circling a
community of
champagnes
relaxed on their
eye-seductive
tables.
Carefully,
diction are
deciphered to
trap us their
prey
With mellifluous
words adored
by political
experts of the
year
Finally, they
baptize and
name them
party
manifestoes.
A fiction of
promises bind in
powerful
expression
flows
To be gently
spilled on the
debate ground
With
overwhelming
nods from our
fooled hands.
Tomorrow, they
ascend the
desired throne
And in trash
cans, those art-
caressed
promises are
thrown.
Gradually, they
rust like my old
sports kits.
Leaving us to
drown with our
cursing lips.
As they
secretly rough
romance our
economy and
treasures
Another
anointed liar is
on course for
the next tenure.
Written by
Joseph Osita
Dada or Dadaism is a cultural movement primarily involved visual arts, literature—poetry,
art manifestoes, art theory—theatre, and graphic design, and concentrated its anti-war
politics through a rejection of the prevailing standards in art through anti-art cultural works.
This is my attempt at Dada.
Zring Zang
pinggity prong pang
jumping across from train to train
Bring Brang
sissity sis sang
circling round, round the storm drain
dring drang
ribbity rib rang
Trains and drains, over my life reign
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The good is evil and the evil is good;
The omen is clear,yet,no one reads,
The signal is up, still no one heeds,
There is but one use of power,
It is to save people,
But all we hear of power is trouble,
Everyone wants to get and use it,
They want to gain popularity,
Winning elections a neccesity,
Campaigns all exaggerations,
Their evil deeds no explanation,
Well-wishers they are yet to woo,
Birds chatter where they woo,
Birds chatter where they coo,
The desire to be famous is an attempt,
Forgetting that familiarity breeds contempt;
Speeches are delivered in lying tongues,
Manifestoes in dying souls,
People are suffering,children are dying,
Still,they're obstinate and blind,
Passing frrom deception to deception,
And to final illusion,
Host in the wonder of their own greatness.
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