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Augustine A. Harun Jnr. Poem
Behind the veil of pain
Testimony smiles with gratefulness
Reality and truth stood upright in confidence
As revelation exposes
Here were clouds of darkness descending
Help was refuse without any attempt
Pretence of friendship exposed without any warnings
And waves of reality beckons in the face
Pleading was to no avail
Propositions of unwanted options were made
Leaving an unfortunate scene of the very fear,
The fear of prejudice
Another day has shown no signs of improvement
Confirming what seems to be the trend
A mind opener for the disappointed witness
For the so called friend never satisfied the conditions of true friendship
Here we are preaching equality to all
When the reality is “ a convenience equality”
All are guilty with no exception
A shame to all and a grave disappointment to Human Rights
What makes one Human, when his very rights are discriminated against?
A shame on all of us!!!!!!!!!!
By,
Augustine A. Harun Jnr.
AJ Harun(aka Zexxel)
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Augustine A. Harun Jnr. Poem
Anarchy is witnessed,
Strategy is called for,
Youthfulness is called upon,
Execution is on the roll.
Motivated by materialism,
The conscience is sold out
Indiscipline rules willfully, and
Fear is the air to breathe.
Scenes of violence all over
Generated by the “gods”
Yes, the "gods"and barbarians of the “science of power”
Leaving nothing but an eyesore
Venoms of influence are pryingly invited and spat out
Igniting a scene of social unrest, and
They sit in the comfort of their abode. Whilst,
Observation becomes the ally of their misdeed.
Horror is witnessed
Sorrow is the bitter taste.
Terrorism yet to be invited and
Saboteurs, oh yes, Political Saboteurs pry in their abode
Rationality conflated with conviction is consulted
Options are laid nakedly on the table
Complex is the choice to be made
Yet, a decision must be made.
Let them be combatant of their own combat.
By,
Augustine A. Harun Jnr.
AJ Harun
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Augustine A. Harun Jnr. Poem
Tragedies openly stir,
Clouds of horror and deaths beckons,
With dreams transforming into nightmares,
Nightmares flaming out shadows fire,
Shadows fire relentlessly torture,
Oh yes indeed, emotional torture remains a venom to swallow,
Yet this remains a known, unknown.
Death is made a necessary option,
With the heart overshadowed by darkness
And senselessness hallmarked in life,
While the odd is virtually visible in everything,
Rendering the future wobbly towards itself.
An abode is made in darkness,
Companion in fear,
A temporary solution is gladly-handed in alcohol,
And entrusted with a permanent solution, is death.
Though darkness abounds inwardly,
Happiness thrives to spread on.
A deception of life is revealed,
Perplexity is helplessly endured,
And salvaging the fallen world is far from reach.
Yet, the sermon emphasizes the tip of the iceberg.
And death, found to be invisible
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