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THE HAITI QUAKE

The fateful Caribbean nation sinks!
As people wake up to watch
A mini-doomsday unfolds –
The earth cracks open and
Gulps down its burdens, in
The gory macabre of Haiti.

Buildings, Superstructures and
Automobiles are thrown down
Along with humans, buried
In debris and dust of edifices
Crushed into shattered garbage!

Cries and screams of desperate men
Trapped in deadly corridors of the
Gripping Catastrophe, are reciprocated
By hues and shrieks of frightened brothers
Fleeing the streets to safe haven, from
Unexpected, striking doomsday!

Has the world come to an end? Or
Are we witnessing yet another Tsunami?
As hundreds of thousands of lives perish –
Millions more writhe in agony and
Boil, in the earth’s melting magma!

But God must have been angered, by
The deeds of men who, in every hour,
Transgress and sin! -
Bloodshed here, carnage there!
Alas, we ought to repent and expiate
Our sins! Let’s extend our hands of
Help, to the people of Haiti.

MUTALLAB

Born in Africa, but
Brainwashed and taught in
The mega countries of the Europe
Both in academia and in militancy
Until when the grand ploy was
Hatched, the blame bounced back
To his dear motherland

Yet, only few people waited to
Think, or question this tyranny
Few people raised an eye-brow at
This belligerent tendency to
Paint us black and render us
As pariah, in the eyes of the world
Alas, everybody knows that
Nigeria is never a terror; instead,
America is a big one to show!

Abdulmutallab was a boy used -
This was a boy found handy, to
Cook up a sinister cabal, via
A grand conspiracy machine -
He was there for education, but
After collecting his raw dollars
For the tuition fees, he was veered
to
The breeding ground of terrorism
Right in the so-called European
Citadel of learning

Now you can imagine the irony
Of an elite child, pampered and
Brought up spoilingly –
Now you can see the ugly result
Of this class egoism
I think it’s time, we halt the
malaise
It’s also time, we resist this
Blatant injustice and oppression!

 

 

 

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