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Thy rage of man's war,
Started when he was raw,
Any splash of water to make the row,
Or the sword that will shine and all shall bow?
Felony,
Harmony,
Both added to pen's life,
Nay! up merely turn him to live rife.
Forget not,the white black face,
Merrily, wants the the child ace.
Then,the burning of that their sacred,
Let him live life full of scared.
Handful friend's foe,
Pushing only into hurt hole,
Is there a rain that won't touched the ground,
Or the wind that leave the sand?
Heart of disgrace,
Call a chance meeting of race,
Not every single night to play,
For the erotic moment on to lay.
The leader of iron robe!
Don't ! Memory are bound to change,
Intact no evil against the rope,
For your bare life not to place against your age.
Let tell the world,
About the enemy of word,
Any position of grace,
Hard,frustrate come before ace.
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TOPIC: HOSPITAL OF TOUGHT
THEME: THE HOSPITAL OF THOUGHT NEEDS ELITE THOUGHT
HOSPITAL OF TOUGHT
But.....formally I need to talk,
nay today nor yesterday the tongues walk,
yet no one to listen to our Dearing voice,
instead, the tonic of suffering yet we drink by force.
Another day, the ball is rolling,
the right spot we are hoping,
Nothing again if not the next generation,
our scared moment won't have been in coercion.
Lots laughs, light light!
Nothing to cub, the problem is not slight,
but we ourselves living a life of hopes ??,
When we don't figure out the hopes.
Sick Nigeria,
needs an elite area
the doctor chosen by the people,
Shall upright be not a pupil but a pupil.
Alas! The empty chair,
needs someone who care(s)
not about himself but,
the entire hospital of thought.
If three they are or four,
Let carry the hospital and sick patients out of falls,
Nothing again if not for the next generation
Our scared moment won't have been in coercion
©?pukka
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Copyright © Fecund Writer | Year Posted 2023
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Fecund Writer Poem
What a beautiful edge of demo,
Has it was said to be by the hero,
To allege from one homo,
To the right wrong solo.
Everywhere from 19s,
Has turn against the 18s,
Where the colonial abided the crises,
From the top most hill of iris.
Haven began the struggle,
That stand from peace topple,
Ending in war against white couple,
Now,we are bound crying against our trouble.
Before I was born to this world,
I had a dream of many flood,
That(no ones carry the same old),
Together with one had rather we odd.
Similar as I was born to this land of horror,
By then I think everyone is error,
Include the governed and the governing warrior,
It hit me a lot with the dead blood of Nigeria's prior.
Ethnicity is our pride,
Like a bus we are in and ride,
Haden we known it is there war hide.
Alas! Nigerians watch and take a bide.
Crime,corruption are the main theme,
Of democracy has I was showed to its beam,
We found guilty of this like a cream,
Many mind move much halm.
Democracy has it was defined,
Government of the people of deferent bind,
By the same bind of peoples who rule their hand(s)
And for the people of their midst of sand.
To be continue.
Fecund_writer.
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A homeless woman squatted on the pavement
Empty bottle of mineral water by her side.
It was a hot summer noon …the stench
Of poverty makes me ashamed as I ride,
The swanky metro. Brooding… get off at my station,
Impatiently, walk as the street urchins extend hands to beg,
For money, for food; wonder should I buy rations
With dismay, saw one was hopping, had only one leg.
Anger welled up against the mafia that maims these kids,
And trains them in art of begging, recognise the victims.
The so called slum dogs, with resignation and grit
Grow into petty thieves or whores, at the mercy of pimps.
The dance of Democracy reaches a crescendo.
Candidates come with promises and folded hands.
Smouldering eyes, one asked with bravado,
How come in the name of growth we see a helipad?
Young nation, been six decades, since independent,
Learnt, after Kosi floods, kids sold for pennies by parents.
Common man’s plight worse than that of pigs and insects.
Live on hope and prayers, a great leader will finally resurrect.
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The memory of the lost ring,
Arise the heaven blue to sing,
"Focusing the right cling'
Can straight your ring wing.
On the movement of dark ark,
Allow mammoth of the tape black,
Satisfy not the wage of blue sark,
That is eating the simply glark in the glare of dark.
The libration of humanity,
Corrupt all the vein to “rude diety”
That was found on the Clive of hill guilty,
In untold way of the cruel certainty.
In there any object,
That was in this‡ to object,
Except in poverty abject,
Like the white ray in a whitish concept.
A young tray of thought,
Asked the birth to give him deep thought,
But the betray of hot shot,
Placed on the back of white thought.
Running from the sea side,
With no where to hide,
Both in rain and hot,he has to slide,
From the dirty takes to tide.
Away a lost hope,
Where he no where to cope,
Better change the tape,
To sing for you a song of yellow grape.
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Life stay only for every single word,
Are you?thou-not every ward,
It has past what you have in your sword,
Either " thy sunshine,or-neither nor the grace of odd!
I once a solder with the life of living Tod,
Every street'blood walked like the black white gravel head,
Ability, straighten the coming of hidden Fred;
Crying of abolished time and desert trod,
Wounded above a decade,
In my veins rolling like a air spade,
art' thou thy evening Slade!
Colorless of watering lad,
Upon! It stood thousand space against the solder's aid.
Life has no aid,
No help from the world,
It has a plastered wound,
Above a decade,
Before thee come to thy fluid.
Copyright © Fecund Writer | Year Posted 2021
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