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My True Lover



I love you
But my smiles and laughter will con you.
May Merry-sadness and pained-laughter befall you.
You have loved me well,you sold my love for a blue.
My love still wanders around but can't find you.
You feigned penchant and happen to love grew.
My soul will mourn you.
Not for demise but for precise due.

Flee,for I love you
Yes,would do anything to abscond you.
I love to kiss you,yes kiss you betrayal.
Let us walk side by side so I stab you sweet.
I will always be there for you,always con loyal.
My love is true and will comfort you strict.

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I Need a Pen

Oh the one above 
I need a pen that fights
Mightier than all swords
Hence meek as dove.

I need a pen that bleeds.
Bleeds for truth
Speaks truth
And nothing but the truth.

I need a pen that weeps.
That weeps for probity
Regardless of corrupt creeps
Shows forth reality.

I need a pen
That appreciates romantism via Classicism
Even in folds of ten
I'll make it mature
Not in caricature.

Pose my pen strait
Let my scripts straight.
And let not my works late.
Prithee.

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Shall You Shall I

Who can save mama?
Being stripped naked
Mocked, turned and scorned
By villains, aliens beyond
Shall you? Shall I?

They came with perplexed clothings
Coatings with absconded beauty
I know we wallowed in with confusion.
Who can turn our minds back to our own clothings?
Shall you? Shall I?

You turned our minds against EBA.
Our roots and fruits were trampled upon.
You gave us fried rice 'n' indomie.
Who will remind us our roots?
Shall you? Shall I?

Where is Ogun ? Where is amadioha?
Where is sango? I mean where is aranmiyan?
Where are our ancestors?
Who can tell where they are now?
Shall you? Shall I?

Oh mama Africa!
Papa alien has married you?
Paid bride price to mercenaries
Dowry spread amongst  monks
Who can tell them we marry no more?
Shall you? Shall I?

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Phenomena

Phenomena


I hate being normal
'Cos normal is abnormal.
It throws norm-man into abysmal.
I'd like the sun in the night.
To shine,see the wicked's breast.
I'd like the stars,lay above the moon.
The moon in the day's boon.
Let' us sleep on the day
And in the morn rest.
Let there be nonexistent mourn
But in the spree of joy we'll eat corn.
Let kings turn servants
At least savants for once servants savaged.
Let poverty go extinct
Extinct from our instincts
Instincts that produce succinct.
Let tint of enmity demise
Demise 'cos love will pay the price.
Let trees grow only on mountains
Its certain our legs will heighten.
I hate being normal
'Cos normal is abnormal.

2017

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Addiction

A quintessential graven image
A bunkum to this present age
Destructive and repulsive
Crisps grips with hands sieve
Pismal dismal for this mar,this mar.
Dictative,will never mind your scars
Disgraces all graces with one face.
Defaces characters in different jiff phases.
Addiction is perdition
It disrespects all traditions
Advances by graduation
With granular measurement
It weighs more than a person's sacrament
Adapts easily to evil
Works with covenly devil
Good addiction, am afraid is now rare
Leaving the opposite with posing flair
Addiction is evil
It disallows decisive decision
Brings preclusive deception
Takes you back with no solid description
Disallowing you with grips of concocted confusion
To blend with it's impending conclusions

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Black Jesus

Fake Jesus here and there
He displays despaired files
Which are indeed lies
Flies and will many everlasting life slice
The blood of many souls cry
The pulpit, holy demons pry.
Miracles eschews deception in style
His display of heavenly cry
None of which touched heaven's sky

Fake Jesus's everywhere
They would by great wonders show
With blood stains on toll
Money in the pockets,
Miracles in your lockets
Illusions to your eye sockets.
Sermons only for your cashment repairs.
Light seekers turned cheerleaders.
Have angels loosed their chair lead?
There,the holy ones plead
Black jesus turned them evil deeds
The choir, professionals in feigned sicklers
They'll by fake healing rejoice
Religious leaders turned Adolf Hitlers
While upon pun they poise.

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So Long, Mother

Peace and war came colliding.
Our joy comes with sorrow.
These days we would struggle for your arising.
Lies covered our mouths with you in burrow.
So long,mother truth.

The clash if the Titans.
Your fighters have succeeded victory.
Your name is now a thorn in torns of tans.
Debauchery and villainousness made your existence a history.
So long,mother probity.

You were abandoned, left alone with solemness.
Your tears too, bring us joyed-sorrows.
We left you ignorantly on search of accused holiness.
In holiness of pride we rode.
So long,mother nature.

War by war with war ,all by war.
Jeopardy by jeopardy you have no say.
We've forgotten you soon and we,by war swore.
Our unstable aggression had put you to stay.
So long, mother peace.

Mother will return,
When her offspring long for her.
She will return,
When we remember her.

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The Christmas Carol

It's time, a tree-mass patrol.
Poverty, the Carol leads.
Who fell in this?
We,that don't have't done
Here in our Carol deed.

The mass choir,
Fufu tying gele.
Eba on suit with red tie.
Rice at the forefront, moody 'n' drizzle.
Who buys me this season?
Chickens,being instrumentists,
Played off-tuned cacophony.
Staccato for crescendo, innuendo for diminuendo.
Soon garri 'n' groundnuts invades.
With shots of poverty shoots.
Fufu with loosed gele,
Eba with tie down
Rice alerted,ran helter skelter.
And there the Christmas carol lies.

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Trampled Roses

Perplexed situation of heaven's hatred
Ignored and plundered by pricked pay trend
Afore time we enjoyed cosy tosses
Kissed and molested by noisy roses.
Trapped,ambush and bushed into friendly curse.
We watched ourselves slaughtered for no cause.
Then, all we saw was our dancing toes
Running around as lifeless toes ,oh foes!
We were once cuckolding, hugging and loving
When we'd dive into bed with loved ones longing
Many a time gunshots met our kneels
even brought us to our heels
We watched ourselves travel to the sky
many more, I thank the one above, heaven does not lie
This is once a great city
I mean the greatness no one would pity
I remember those times we danced naked
These bastards watched, mocked,we were by pain led
lived by afflicted bread.
Drank the water derived from the dead
Beaten sores to our stiffened scarred skins
Our bloods,often used in writing disdains like inks
Our once pretty maidens,raped and caped 
Their bosoms now face the earth as if ape'd 
often,we dived into hot pot of pained laughter
Where we lost our life's,knives and even our daughters
We were foot mats, I mean warm footmats 
Romanced by bacteria,malaria and even big rats.
For heaven's sake why?
some of us were taken to new life,lies!!
All I could remember were loud cries
I thank Almighty that I was killed
Thanked,that my skin were like potatoes peeled
imagine hibiscus trample roses

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Dine With the President

Come and dine with the president
Even to the poor estate residents
Where foodstuffs are bargained with rodents
in hunger maternity we were patients 

Come let's dine in aso rock
where no asshole rocks
where the poor turn to ducks
Even where the money coughs
The mass themselves look like cocks
They also made themselves hawks.

Come and dine in his jet, private
where cursory luxury turned their climate
Our voiceless voices stood as primates.

I want to dine with the president
so I can ignore 'n' trample on residents.
The poor,mass and the downcast
Like they do, their faeces to our face,cast
They eat by dropping sit
drink from a standing pit.

Come and lie with the president
contingents 'n' steals many jets
conposed themselves to be execu-thieves
Always there to do the judi-sharing
Went to school of legisla-chop
kleptomaniacy as the highest chief
Feigned 'n' deceitful promises to our hearing
The voiceless,we the powerless have nothing else
We stood at their gate with our plates, foodieless
Cried for our share until we went cryless
Fought here 'n' there but we were powerless
I know we spoke n spoke but we were voiceless.
Join me let's dine with the president.