Welcome to Sapele, a small city
In Delta State, Nigeria to be precise
The land of rubber, timber, oil and gas
The land of tourism
Once the most peaceful city, now terrifying
Once resourceful, now lacking and slacking.
No infrastructure, but so many hotels
Girls reside just like hostels
For prostitution
A city filled with corruption
Boys carrying out atrocity
Because of instability
Disrupting the city, causing insecurity
Just to live impressively
So many graduates without occupation
Poverty is the mother of crimes.
Camouflage everywhere
Trying to prove them competence
Over evidence
Beating and harassing
Whosoever don't go their way
But they've never apprehended a criminal
Steadily oppressing and collecting bribes
Just to feed and defend their tribes
Now you see a black man
Enslaving another black man
Just to feel superior over the minors.
Slavery is all over the world
The Filipinos are victims of slavery
We have been slaves by Spaniards
We have been slaves by Japanese
We have been slaves by Americans
Our government are fighting slavery
Poor people, we only have government
What if government is the one oppressing
What happen now, the left leaning
The yellow hardliners, the red loyalist
The Lower House, the Senate are united
In oppression, one in corruption, in united team
Oppressing the people, political persecution
Of Political enemies and peoples of faith
Politician have been blinded by money
Which money of the people, tax payers money
Mainstream media is now fostering fake news
The people are smelling silent dictatorship
The people are feeling silent Martial Law
Drugs, crimes and smuggling are proliferating
My country is going to be an anarchy
My country is going to the dogs
My country is going to the crocs
My people is in quandary right now
God, please intervene the affairs of my country, Philippines.
Oppressing the good
Provoke nationalism
Induce people's rage.
Give me Freedom or Give me Death
Until then, Watch me Rock This Liberty Bell
I AM the Master and Creator of my God Given Life
I Fear No Man, No Dark, No Fire
Matters Not, Be a King or Peasant
All Are Created Equal, Never Stifle Ones Blessings
I Walk in Truth that's God Ordained
The Pursuit Of Liberty, Life, Happiness and Faith
My Vibes Jive on Heroic
I'm Alexander crossed with Moses
I Fear No Death, No Evil, No Oppressing Foes
Because Freedom is our Inheritance that's Heaven Sown
By Spirit Reborn, Death just a Stepping Stone
BEHOLD! The Everlasting Light Of The Great Soul
To be Free, Dream and Express is Universal Law
That No Body, Or Entity shall Infringe upon
Patriot Born
Noble and Courageous is the Honor Code,
Brave and Chivalrous, The Golden Virtues
I Stand Upright with Fortitude,
Freedom Or Death, that's the Only Truth
Land Of The Free, I Bleed Red, White and Blue
VOTE FOR ME
Being a critic
Doesn’t mean I am no patriot
I am not the citizen of the system
And I am very persistent
Like an annoying parrot
In a country like this
A plane with no pilot
Balancing on an uneven pivot
With a load of leaders playing harlot
Yes, I am a critic
Because corruption is now the system
The people are screaming
In secret they are speaking
Oppressing is not silencing
Citizens hear what I am saying
All I see is killing
And not leading
Excuse my words
For there is no ceasing
To the last truth I will be squeezing
Vote for me! did they say
With lots of gifts and charade
But now they have left us in disarray
They now chase us away
I take a deep breath and exhale
For my chest burns hot
For justice I crave
So strongly to resist a grave
In frigid grip of winter cold
and oppressing darkness of the night
thunder sounds as armies clash
candles yet flicker bright
Tyrants in their power seek
to distract from problems wrong
turn the people to thoughts of war
in the hope they’ll then unite
gather rally to his cause
and his banner will they raise
and forget their dismay
from their lives of day to day
they cannot see nor do they hear
of the war so far away
just his words do they hear
as he proclaims his righteous war
long ago an Army crushed
distant people in their lands
to seize their freedoms and the joy
and proclaims their tyrants name
yet their spirit could not be crushed
nor their hope be seized away
while their breath they did draw
they did resist with their might
in dark of night or winter cold
far from the palaces where tyrants reign
spirit cannot be crushed away
as flickers still candles bright
Ulterior motive inspires invasion,
to capture land for exploitation,
or to prove supremacy in global power game,
but the pretext given for raging the war
is to liberate the people from oppressing regime,
rendering truth the first casualty.
In the war the ultimate aim is to win,
even if sacrificing the lives of soldiers,
or killing the innocent civilians,
but the warring sides never acknowledge
they are committing war crime,
rendering truth the first casualty.
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April 5, 2022
Contest : Is truth the first casualty of war and
why is that
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Coercion
C Concealing they’re agenda to make you all agree
O Oppressing your choice so you’re no longer free
E Emergency is words they use as they tell all their lies
R Righteousness for your own body and what it implies
C Coercion is the act of force or intimidation to obtain compliance
I In something you don’t want, but telling you to trust the science
O Only if we all stand for our rights now can we continue to be free
N Now is not the time to be complacent, just to get along and agree
Amidst the Snowflakes
Like thousands of soldiers in parachutes
they come out of the winter sky
One by one hitting the pavement
to claim victory for the season now unfolding
At first they are vanquished almost instantly
a price paid for those leading the charge
However as they begin to accumulate and cluster
a formidable foe is being created
Inch by inch, foot by foot, a fortress is being built
one that can be transformed into an igloo for shelter if needed
Soon the landscape will be covered by a heavy white blanket
left unattended it will run amok overwhelming all
As plummeting temperatures assault those not ready
once open lakes and river pathways no longer escape routes
A battering ram of inclement weather hampering travel
imprisoning those caught unaware of its fury
Snow drifts form obstructing passageways
entrapping those not prepared with an escape route
Waiting out the enemy a defensive strategy now in use
As it surrounds you on all sides building an oppressing presence
High winds and frostbite commingling in the air
that will dominate at the end of the day
Beauty or beast
The conflict yet to be decided.
Andreas Simic ©
Autumn’s here oppressing poor trees,
Spring’s far, fresh life is far to trees,
Silent they give selfless service,
To wayfarers show way, these trees.
Give their all these all-weather friends,
Standing mute they help all, these trees.
How to city folks they bring news?
Getting chopped sans whimper, these trees,
Cool shelter, who help breathe clean air?
Who else but kindly, caring trees?
Still O man you want to chop them,
You’d desert Earth than plant new trees.
A long autumn alas is here,
And spring far off, far off new life!
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Reflections |09.12.2021| couplets
If only if, our hearts, less competitive can be,
then in love, together we win.
If only if, our lives less oppressing can be;
Then in love, all we win together as one.
If and only if, our hearts less offensive can be; then in love, together we win.
When and only when our hearts less deceptive can be; then then with love, all will win as one.
When and only when, our hearts are larger than the oceans; then all round we win with smiles
Where only where, we clear the road for those that run like snail, there, we win, all, as one.
If only if, we know that not one, but all, that make a people, all will rise a champion.
A stick of broom is less offensive to the flies; in bunch they wage a war and win!
Demons whispers
Eroding sanity
Persistently questioning
Relations history
Ever present
Silently absorbing
Suffering alone
Idyllic fantasy
Oppressing reality
None can
Know misery
I feel
Laughter masks
Losers surprise
Sorry end
This Sensitive depression,
It alters my progression,
In a rather an oppressing fashion....
As a shadow, as a figure,
It's always there...
While Me - it's trying to bewilder.
I'm the pray, I'm the soul
One that will feel of most
By which I will
Fall into it with heart and bone.
I'm
Suppressing it with my serotonin meth,
Trying to escape, this chasing depression.
It's upmost the most oppressing,
So I need to be so defensive.
It's plausible to return
It's up to me to try to refrain.
To retain my peace is what I have to learn.
I'm the vulnerable being
Only feeling a lot while I'm feeling
Through others, through innermost self,
My conscience persevering consistently ,
While it's triggered ... emotionally
With every emotion, every breath,
Trying to escape with my supreme in-depth art,
Alone in my seniority, keeping myself from falling apart.
I'm keeping an optimist in me, it is hard.
I adore kindness, I adore life.
That is why I will continue to fight.
~Oct 2019
This Sensitive depression,
It alters my progression,
In a rather an oppressing fashion....
As a shadow, as a figure,
It's always there...
While Me - it's trying to bewilder.
I'm the pray, I'm the soul
One that will feel of most
By which I will
Fall into it with heart and bone.
I'm
Suppressing it with my serotonin meth,
Trying to escape, this chasing depression.
It's upmost the most oppressing,
So I need to be so defensive.
It's plausible to return
It's up to me to try to refrain.
To retain my peace is what I have to learn.
I'm the vulnerable being
Only feeling a lot while I'm feeling
Through others, through innermost self,
My conscience persevering consistently ,
While it's triggered ... emotionally
With every emotion, every breath,
Trying to escape with my supreme in-depth art,
Alone in my seniority, keeping myself from falling apart.
I'm keeping an optimist in me, it is hard.
I adore kindness, I adore life.
That is why I will continue to fight.
Rose
October 2019
Enraged at the way you behave,
What is this ‘Gentleman’s club’ you create?
Are we still in the times of masters and slaves?
Those who have perished will turn in their graves,
Their deaths were for nothing, for nothing has changed,
We’re still in the times of shackles and chains.
Their form may have altered, their meaning the same,
To keep people cowered in fear and in shame.
Protecting themselves in their Gentleman’s game,
Oppressing all those who don’t look the same.
The suffering’s not theirs, their lives they are made,
From the sweat and the tears of those they enslave.
Hundreds of moons have waxed and they’ve waned,
Society’s still stagnant for those who’re in chains.
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