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Yinka Pemisire Pwencywealth Poem
Environmental distort
Illness of mind, brain disrupt
Youth mental disorder stare
Marijuana cocain herorin a dire
Society decayed from drug and its abuse
Tragedies and crime, that stem from the use
Father stole is life from his childreen
Childreen rape there life in their father's den
Where do we find the root of this menace
Victims of this self abuse, tumbling down again
Death and violence, and the torment soul
A road of destruction without any control
After inhaling this foreign substance
Some smalltime pleasure, worth the organs
Raping thy self of full potential
The economy import drug that have expired
At the detriment of the young life
Drug abuse is a dire keep the diatance
Drift so away from it, keep resistance
The darkness of drug and the evil that lurks
You will always be tired and slow as a slug
They say it for pleasure
They say to overcome pressure
But the miseries it unluck is beyond measured
Pain and horrible death is usually the closure
Due to drug, daily problem persist and faiting in there miseries
Struggling to resist that godforsaken misery
Avoid the temptation of addictive
Don't become a problem to the aociety
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Yinka Pemisire Pwencywealth Poem
I am a real Muslim woman
The one that obey the rules of my unseen God
And give total submission to the prophet teaching
To wear hijab and be free from all conundrum of life
I am a real Muslim woman
My Hijab is my piety
My viel will always be on me
I am a queen, a wife of a king I'm unique and different
I don't shake my hands with strange men
My beauty will not be cheapened with worldly things
I am disciplined humbly with my dressing
I am respectful and I'm Auspiciously
This piece of cloth that cover my body is full of tranquility
A sign of total submission to my husband
I am a real Muslim woman
And I am the sacred Gold of my husband
I am not just an ornament for your eyes
I am a phenomenal Muslim woman
The one that eat only from the hands work of her husband
Uniquely as the gold which must be mined
My hijab is my piety
My hijab is my choice and my life
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Yinka Pemisire Pwencywealth Poem
Xenophobia
We are not seeing the Africa inspired by Mandiba.
We are not seeing the Africa inspired by our
Ancient Kings of rusted spear and shield.
This is not Africa!
This is African inspired after colonization,
The one set at the period of imperialism.
The Berlin conference of 1884-85.
The oppressors have been winning a long time now
Comes the south Africa against all Africa
Shame should slam the face of south African
Who are perpetrating the brutal and barbaric act.
In Bloemfontein sudden death of our brothers we see
The Nigeria, Somalian, Ghanaian, Tanzanian
Contribute the rescue of there black brothers
When they suffer under apartheid
We are the most divided and dysfunction race on the planet
The whitish have called the black land there home
Our fellow black man is been oppress and sabotage
Our black woman and her infant child have turn to runaway slave
Chasing her with all metallurgy
We allow the line of boarders to separate us.
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Yinka Pemisire Pwencywealth Poem
Do I need to tell you,
About the vileness in Africa Today
And the gone bye of solidarity
Do I need to tell you about Africa Today,
I mean about the incumbent government
And the politician that connive in the dark
Whispering lies with no conscience to scorn
The Economic mismanagement and embezzlement at all cost
Illiteracy, unemployment and mismanagement of land
Do I need to tell you,
About all the mischievous in Africa Today
And how our people are been demoralized
After all this year's our people still roam in pagan land
Oh! Africa Today, full of disruption
Myopia chieftain that got paid for their blunders
Civil war, job devoid and dictator obsessed with power
Did you see the totalitarian and the oligarchy
In Africa of today, where is the freedom?
The one Nelson Mandela fought for and the one
Which Tafawa Balewa of Nigeria fought for
Democracy Bleed in Africa of today
Hunger stricken wobbles its Society
In Africa of today, full of setback
Although having a thriving population
And abundant natural resources,
It is still one of the most and poor continents.
Where the government are very poor in their planning
They invested in areas that do not improve the lifestyle of their people
Do I need to tell you
That Africa of today still held captive
By the magnificent chain of the whitish
Mammoth of the earth bleeding and tearful in its tundra
Xenophobia attack between Africans
Allowing the lines of the boarder to separate us
Africa Today
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Yinka Pemisire Pwencywealth Poem
Hey! You! Why are you demolishing our scenery?
Turning spellbound city to old monuments
Why are you causing unforgettable trouble?
Making such a big disruption and war
Homes are destitute, in great disrepair
Why did you carouse the emblem of hate
Hey! You! I'm talking to you!
Why did you caress racism so much?
Why did you adjacent the life of people to death house
We are all Nigerian why making us as a stepping stone
Why did you take malice as your precious job?
I'm talking to you! Yes you!
Why are you so corrupt?
Embezzlement of all sorts
Why are you so full of vileness?
Making life discomfort to your own citizen
We are all Nigerian
Hey! I'm talking to you! Yes you!
Your conscience should baffled your throat
Why did you connive in the dark?
Point dagger to your own kin?
Hey! You dictator why did you take despot has your habit
Why are you so reluctant to austerity in the country?
Why are you beckoning to tumult?
Hey! You, I'm talking to you
Why did you eat off the country profuse?
Like termite eat the wood
Making nation suffocating
You are an ultra-vulture
Why are you famishing us?
Why can’t we be what we want to be?
We are all Nigeria
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Yinka Pemisire Pwencywealth Poem
Our dear nation, virtuous and seated in an impious sit
Surrounded by constant chaos of defiances
After all this years of nationhood we are still not
Sure of our future as a nation
Oh dear our precious Nation
You are clothed in an aura of corruption
It as been in our precious land with passion
In every administration, a garment we wear like fashion
An assiduous act that justice can never prevails nor won
It's been long since we are living with this trauma.
More than hundreds of outlaw in our domicile
Only God can hear our groan, we are fainting in our misery
A sect of tyrants that foray like the terror
In the Parliament they glare and disrupt
They are the ambitious tyranny
They are set of oligarchy that form kleptomaniac Government
Oh! Dear precious nation your name has been dipped in mud
Who shall we blame? For this unwanted sorrow
Who are you that mumble in the dark?
Who are you that draw your veil across the sky?
The country long yearning to dance to it tunes and rejoices
Oh! Set of antihero that battle the Harmony of this great land
I mean the one who steal fruits to feed his family
I mean the one who eat the country as the termite eat the woods
I mean the one who eat from the bane of others
Curroption as entangle our blissful tasty mansions
Public dispensation shouldn't be home of food
Yesterday was just a mere nightmare
Tomorrow is a drab vision we can no longer hold
We are Looking for hope in an hopeless hand
This is our corrupted Nation.
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Yinka Pemisire Pwencywealth Poem
Earth was peaceful
In the time of remembering
Where the pasture looks so flourish
Childreen roam around the green-field
And they Cheers in an urban glory
Every where looks so beautiful in winter
Pitter-patter falls on you in the summer
There were zestfulness and lovely cool breezy
Comes the jealousy and greedy
The one that turn a blind eye
The one that eat from the pains of others
I mean the one that satisfy the Godfathers
A war range on the world
Not between continent nor race
Not even racism, a damnation on earth
There is a lot of rubbles
That comes from the oppressor
As we have seen with Palestine and Burma
As we have seen with Syria, Libya and northern Nigeria
Horrible death and some sold into slavery
Horrendous hating and severely killings
Blood splatter, metallurgy shard
Holocaust and ungodly blockades
Children famished and suffocate in a cubicle
A brimstone on the soil
Set by the powerful oppressors
Severely damages and
With brokens and burnt doors
No love again only hatred full the world
Killing in extreme colossal in the name of devil-god
The Earth sough, heaven looks so weary
The soil cry inaudibly.
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Yinka Pemisire Pwencywealth Poem
Here come the special month! You are always in our heart
We welcome you Ramadan month of holiness
We treasured you Ramadan ahlan was’sahlan
The pious and the righteous await your arrival
Opportunity for their good deeds to amass
We welcome you, oh precious Ramadan
It time to abstain from eating and drinking from dawn to dusk
Spouses abstain from sexual intercourse during the day
We welcome you month of Ramadan
That frees us from the fire of hell
Reciting Quran and intensity remembrance of Allah
Saving us from eternity of horror dwell
It time to Abstain from road rage, cursing, fighting, or gossiping
Cause it the month of holiness
It’s a month to purify our soul and our mind
With the most sincere devotion
A blessed month is casting its shadow to us
Glory be to Allah who sent Ramadan as a mercy to mankind
It’s a continuous training to strengthening our Imaan
In the name of Allah the most beneficent the most merciful
Praise be to Allah, who sent Ramadan as gift to mankind
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Yinka Pemisire Pwencywealth Poem
Life through the dust
Hard labor through the concrete jungle
Manifest by the powerful dictators.
Empty promises, eating there own words.
Children walk through the dark with knifes.
Hoodlums, youth gangsterism Glares.
Civilization rant, harlotry blooms.
Online brothel, living borrowed time.
Great potential turning to invalid rascals.
Ho! Life through the dust
Manifest by the powerful dictator
Government disarray, kleptocracy reign
Embezzlement dazzling, job devoid
Poverty booms, murder. Violence, the air stench
terrorism stares, Religious scandals
Blood splits dyed the society
The gentle dusty-wind doth moves
Large population lived in slum
Poor health standard zoom
Silently, hiddeness, soul perished
The bigwigs consume from the bane of other
The one who make their home besides our ribs
Life through the dust snare.
The truth is lost, We fall to dust.
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Yinka Pemisire Pwencywealth Poem
Hey! Devilish scumbag demons
You terrorized our forest and sneak to our habitat
You are so brave, and you renowned yourself in our home
You are such a coward scunner
Whom plunder our land and exterminate our laughter
Hey! Terrorist you are so cruel and hateful
Every morning the news paper editor owns tribute to devil
There isn’t good news since you sneak to the country
You only operate at night whenever we let our guard down
We always frightened about you terrorist
And scared straight
The television shows how you hostage our girls
We always in despair, which state is the next
Which school you are targeting the right next
Hey! Terrorist why are you covering your
Evil ways with Islamic names
We know you are innovation to Islam
You are non-Islamic orthodox
You are just bringing religion confusion to our people
You are sons of devil it shows in your satanic verse
Each day you bring forth more pain
People cannot sleep in peace
We have heard so many catastrophes
But nothing so afraid as cold blooded-
Butcher and indiscriminate killers
A disaster and calamitous beyond expectation
We heard many had die
It wasn’t a car accident nor a plane crash
A mysterious body rash
We are federal republic yet we afraid just
Ordinary a group of militant in our grasps
Why is our hamlet so silent, every-Where?
Were so cold like vampire field
Aren’t we in a democratic country?
The corpse of our virtuous men in the street
With butterfly and eagle roasting on their flesh
Our farm land is full of corpse
While our nursery-bed is full of bloods
Our hamlet as turn to dust
Our men were slaughter, our girls are kidnap
But we are proud of our daredevil tribes
They will drive you away from their forefather lands
Hey! Terrorist why do we failed so long to conquer you
So many informants between our elites and generals
We deliver our weapon to you terrorist willingly
Then we suffer in such a great defenseless
And undefended slaughter and massacre
Our blood is shared in our leader’s plates
Instead of us to harvest a green pasture
We are fertilizing and harvesting
Sorrow and broken heart
Hey! Terrorist you are such a vicious
Enemy to our mother land
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