We lead lives of unfulfillment.
All for nothing, our time is spent.
We just live, from day to day,
To support the government.
We are born, and then we die,
No one ever stays.
Our lives are full of emptiness
In, oh, so many ways.
We behave in regular patterns,
Everyone acts the same.
We exist in a world-wide crowd
Where no one has a name.
We thrive on repetition,
We fit into a groove,
And still we do not know
Just what we need to prove.
Then, too, we think alike,
Our thoughts are from a mold.
And if the cast were broken,
We'd be standing in the cold.
We all have religion,
One thing that we own,
And even with this difference
We can never stand alone.
We plead for independence
Something we'll never get,
For in all our commonness
It’s a man we've never met.
Our lives will always be like this,
Although we do protest.
But if we were to change,
We'd have nothing to leave the rest.
Fury for the masses
a static hum blares
through the digital ether
fingers swipe
left then right
hearts race
pixelated chaos
unfurling black flags fly!
An electric storm
of fury?
a parade of images blinding
a pixel
a pulse
a scream?
shadows of war loom large?
A darkness-play
on the walls of our minds!
Fragments of lives
broken and whole?
Spiraling through
glassy screams
each face a mask!
Fury for the masses?
Red hats dance n chat
dead eyes wide...
A wild dance of resistance
to reclaim all our hearts
From the void...only
Fury for the masses...
a Digital Haze!
He was a born teacher
From birth destined to be
You'd know by his phene.
In capitalist-run schools
He's taught for many years
Earning pennies for labour.
Three years a beneficiary
On stipend of N-power teach
The Program axed by corruption.
Then long a community teacher
He's rendering public service
For little pay out of community levy.
He's adept; he got more papers
Hoping for full employment
With satisfaction in the job.
He got a conversion to EdoStar
State-run, two-year probationer
On the barest wage.
On his appointment
In the civil service, he got
The news of his careerlong pursuit.
The government is youth-centric
On account of his age, maybe his status
Or affiliation, he's disqualified.
Meanwhile politikers in the council
Of politricks make millions
By the seconds chattering all day.
What has happened
To the masses
Trying to pretend
We're put into classes
Does it really matter
Who you partner with?
To whom you have a natter?
What advice you give?
Are all lives the same?
Don't you want peace?
Maybe no one's to blame
For past atrocities
These egg shells are weak
Careful where you walk
They act so unique
sensitivity as you talk
To quote Raye the singer
In her classic hit
Society is an index finger
Pushed against your lips
Afraid to speak
Afraid to post a view
To walk the streets
With attacks from the few
WAKE UP ! WAKE UP !
(SONG)
{CHORUS :
Cosmos is breathing through you !
wake up ! wake up !
turn a leg, unpeg }
Make the shift
shake up, shake up
gate the bait, no fart, just art
Diffuse moody blues
show a glow, so true
north and south on cue
Flash Clap ! explode virtual visions
no divisions, no crap
unwrap like an acrobat
{CHORUS
Cosmos is breathing through you !
wake up ! wake up !
turn a leg, unpeg }
See masses marching in batches
we come blistering
brightly glistening
Atoms dance, prance, enhance
adventurous advance
New Earth right here !
JUST wake up !
Wake up !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song
2024
WHAT THEY SAID:
MASSES: Our votes must count!
AREA BOYS: We only know our pay master, the originator of stomach infrastructure
PARTY MANIFESTOS:
LP: You won't labour in vain
PDP: When we were in charge, we were the biggest economy in Africa
APC: We will "cushion" the effects of subsidy removal and increase "minimum" wage.
THE UMPIRE:
Bimodal voter accreditation system (BVAS) and Viewing portal (IREV), are both "game changers!"
We "shall" UPLOAD, and TRANSMIT "results" immediately
The electoral process will be "FREE, FAIR and TRANSPARENT."
THE PRESS:
(A)
We have noticed election malfeasance, like: vote buying, voter suppression and intimidation
THE PRESS
(B)
Elections haven't started, but reports say "results are already being announced" in Nasarara
THE PRESS
(C)
Sources say "ballot boxes" just "arrived" Kogri at Noon
THE PRESS AND MASSES in UNISON:
Which one comes first, the results or the election?
THE UMPIRE: You reserve the right to go to court
THE COURT:
Ours is to "AFFIRM" victory and "DISMISS" noise makers.
I am a spherical being called Earth
Everything in me was meant to live
Except the irony called death
Sadly,on my terrain it moves
My secrets were meant to be secret
Not stuffs inmates discuss in classes
It was not even said in discreet
But a topic for the masses
Inside me, humans lives
Power and strength strives
To prevail over nature's course
My weaknesses they all guessed
I am not angry that they are nerds
I am angry that they are sad
Sadness caused by every little thing they guessed
That brought nemesis into them
Do you ever feel like –
You are being driven onto jagged rocks
By an unforgiving tide,
Searching for a refuge,
Searching for somewhere safe to hide?
Feel the world is spinning much too fast
And you are barely hanging on,
Like a vinyl record spinning out of control
And you don’t like the song?
Feel like you are on a sheer cliff face
And the next hand-hold you can’t find,
The storm clouds gathering above you
And they aren’t silver lined?
Feel you are wildly out of step,
With the decision makers at large,
That you cannot make yourself heard,
Cannot influence those, seemingly, ‘in charge’?
Feel you are whispering into the wind
While others bellow into megaphones,
While the privileged feast high-on-the-hog
And throw you the picked-clean bones?
If you feel your warnings can’t break through,
Just be mindful to protect your mental state,
Your views will eventually gain support,
Just hope this happens –
Before it’s much too late…
Weapons of mass fury
Locked and loaded
watching the media Snow
falling on tombstones
Blinding the world
fury for the masses
raise our glasses pour the wine
Lets toast the insane
in the consciousness
of the sublime the
memory of a nation
Watch the world burn
feeling the heart a blaze
see the child watching
TV of guns and violence
hear the music of deaths destruction
Heavy cords and screaming
reeling in Glee
Words praise darkness
in hallowed be your name
dark seed is planted
theory for the masses
Conspiracy is king
Shadows is Q-ueen
See the weapon smoking lies
in the streets a bullet in the chest
of the beloved the rain sweeps
the ashes away
fury for the masses let it snow
lock and load
Nigerians’ most feared President
And possible Hell-fire President
But rather My Bad Friend
I had to mourn his ***** end
For the Cameroonian Presence in Bakassi
He beautifully dismissed as a heresy:
A subject of panicking intricacy
On his dining table chewable delicacy…
Save that his sit- tight anxiety
Was the damnedest Impropriety?
The Masses’ wish for democracy breath- choking
The masses ready for it, flatly joking!
Prepared was he for thuggery all day
The worst of Buggery all the way
Himself proving Ogonis’ determined tormentor
With jammed ears for the emasculating mentor:
Morning and Night caressing a reverie
A lot like a harlot’s a final Nunnery…
The late Immovable Abacha
Was to prove a mi ting Archer.
The brainwashed masses,
Wearing rose-colored glasses,
And nonchalantly flashing passes,
Never realizing the hourglasses
Are running out of time.
Miasmic shadows
And dystopian blows
Are working to transpose
The masses' crystal rose
Into a thick unending slime.
It was always for the dyeing.
See the amazing
two headed asexual
gang of socialite housewives
revealed on prime time
for their anti-social media
love for handguns god N bubblegum.
Fury for the Masses.
The world is a stage
while the media is the ringmaster.
See the worker drone,
secretary, CEO of corporation greed go
militaristic and dispense
its own brand of prime time primal justice,
as gang banger teenager transient militant
Aspires for 15 minutes of fame,
Eternal shame
Each one a you tube star
or tick tock dance god
Each out for blood
out of time
out of work,
out for sex
out for violence
kill you for nothing
at all but because
it’s something to do
on a Saturday night
or the bank note you tote
drugs must flow
as the beat drops and grows
Fury for the Masses...
watch the images dance.
$19.95 for do it all designer genes.
Engineer for a healthier life
don’t forget it’s a great meat tenderizer
as well as a thermal nuclear warhead.
Surf the digital channels
transcend the matrix in nanoseconds
get caught in the web of world wide damnation
the information age
the information rage
were knowledge is power
power is for the insane
greed for the masses;
Fury for the masses
Mine junk, candy for the brain,
sink into the lives of the media s dirty drain.
Fury for the masses!
See justice become a freak show
in the minds of the meek
at the global media circus,
see an orange demagogue rise to power, fame!
See the murderer walk
or the execution of victims.
See an not-so-innocent dark man
Inflame a nation to change.
Rage the Masses.
See a serial killer talk
about the abuse of his toy train.
Driven him insane, deranged!
Made millions on the rights
or
see violence for violence
see the guns explode
see the The Drugs flow
see the decay of the world
in all its technicolor gore.
Fury for the Masses…
Reasons for millions of orphans: war, sickness, poverty, natural disasters, and abandonment are among some of the leading causes.
So you want to know what its like to be a gay man longing to be a gay father
We are the damaged goods left behind
The last pick from the collection
Yet fine picking comes at a cost
Give me the masses
the girl displaced from a natural disaster
ill take her
the boy abandoned at the fire station
ill take him
the children homeless foodless loveless
ill take them
To the 140 million orphan children in our world
Ill take the masses
just let me care for one of them
just let me be a dad
i just want to be a dad
why Can't I be a dad?
I know i'll make a great dad.
Reasons for millions of orphans: war, sickness, poverty, natural disasters, and abandonment are among some of the leading causes.
So you want to know what its like to be a gay man longing to be a gay father
We are the damaged goods left behind
The last pick from the collection
Yet fine picking comes at a cost
Give me the masses
the girl displaced from a natural disaster
ill take her
the boy abandoned at the fire station
ill take him
the children homeless foodless loveless
ill take them
To the 140 million orphan children in our world
Ill take the masses
just let me care for one of them
just let me be a dad
I just want to be a dad
I just want to know ill get to be a dad
I know i'll make a great dad.
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