ENOUGH RECYCLING

An era of democratic anarchy
Devoid of the slightest equity
Employment of violent and destruction
Which mutilated democracy beyond recognition
And a heightened atmosphere of insecurity
That shuts out intellectual ability
Unworthy occupants occupying the seats
Picking it, in a platter of gold, they chevats

Enough recycling, clique BABAcracy
That gives wrong definition of democracy
Stashing out gold away in abroad bank
Milking Nigeria to death, living no indelible mark
Committing atrocities that promotes economic woes
And mounting podium for democratic foes
Inflicting socio-eco-political predicament
In halcyon ways, flitching solidarity placement
Election or selection, which ever, enough recycling
Enough of flippant remarks, enough of gruesome killing
Enough dereliction, enough avarice
Old faces in new positions, no reliance
Old wines in new bottles all dregs
Political turfs (Demo-crazy) all bad eggs
Parading as men with good pedigree
Dishounorable blokes issuing decree
Politics without principles, wealth without work
Enough recycling of our political deck.

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THE REVICE

As they took away our flesh and frame
Plundered our wealth, our resource and all we have
As fast as they can, the lame ran
While the blind watched from a close distance
All this happened in the eventide.

And now it's dawn, a down indeed
We are left totally exploited
From our own sanctuary, then the revise
And now mad men wearing the crown
They wear long nose and shone like albinos
The plastics selling more than edible
The revise, stupid elegant dreams
Then came sky 'rockets of price
Murmurs, industrial action and there is calm
After which a societal watchdog jots and reads
Which created barks and roars
The revise, still embittering our thoughts.

While they enjoy the can
We are made to grumble
under the hot sun
Brood on book,
brood on farmland and streets...
as their postcards
shows their triumph.

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TRAPPED BUTTERFLY

Flap! Flap!! Flap!!!
U clapped against d hall
against d transparent wall
a diamond wall,
like a bottled leopard
that lacks a canine tongue
a prisoner of that kind
like a man tormented by his mind
exit, far at sight
till rays of hope alight
but fear of the unknown gripped
till, the window pane is ungripped
as you fly away in echelon
alone in a rapturous mind
shouting FREEDOM all along
to my amazement
but, you never said thank you
nor a commom goodbye
atleast i watched you
till you fade with the sky
only the memories sticked to my heart
Flap! Flap!! Flap!!!

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BLOODY MATCH

'As the dead marched,
memory lingered?
The bees humming
The drum throbbing
Then the horn tooted
And; a dull thud

'As the dead marched,
consciousness conjectured?
Armour cracking
Armband clanking
Swordplay echoed
And gun boomed

'As the dead marched, very gory?
Strained growling
People gasping
Belly wheezing loud
Oh ! pool of blood

'As the dead marched, oh sorry? Men dying women crying Birds twittered And weeds withered

'As the dead marched, unmarked graves?
Thunder clapping
Evil gods raping
And ploughing plots 'lands?
Swallowing ploughers hands

'As the dead marched, bloody slaves?
warriors happy,
battle cries ceased
...bury the body
bag the head

'As the dead marched, ill stardom?
black gliding gulls
Drinking with skills
Black equaling doom
Their doom which gloom

'As the dead marched, then freedom?
Dialogue and clamour for peace
Then the gods to appease???

The dead march
Reminds the civil wars bloody match
and the Vaswani Brothers!!!
the Bokon Haram!!
Ile-Ife and Modakeke,
Aguleri - Umuleri???
the Jos Mutalabness!

..the list continues
"blink 27" "radio heads 67"
"Bang 97" "Idiosyncrasy 01"
"Madness 2010"
tears and ashes flowing
just like a bloody rainy day...
to the Warri bombing(s)!!!
...more of it to come though!!!

'As the dead marched, democracy?
the dead march is gone
and the green overthrown
will demo live at peace?
or will it be bagged to swiss banks?

just a moment of peace
To maintain our naseut peace.
As the dead marched ?democrazy?
...stylish sin in a dumb way.

...1960:
independence takes root across Africa:
in one momentous year,
17 nations were freed
from European colonial rule!!!

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THE ELEVENTH HOUR

Echoes of the twelfth hour
Sounding so high and loud
Amidst the eleventh hour
And sounds of discord

Echoing heavily a mightily
Among old friends of psyche
Saddling the nation
With idle law makers
Who makes mess of ambitions
By scuttling dreams and hopes

Every hour of everyday of any year
The orchestra plays same tune
And we remain in queue with it
That soon, hopes fizzled out
Leaving in its wake at dawn
After torrents of insinuations
And silent cries of the unheard
And those with dark days
Who was demoted to the audience
And now choose to dance along
Even in the scowl of misfortunes
And in the face of moutanic troubles.

Excruciating agony of our minds
Drifting to a day and a year
Characterized with clouds of despair
Sending many to their hometowns.
A year we won?t love to forget
Even in the impermanence of condition
We elect to hear what?s pleasing
At most, we sell off our votes
And dream of a new beginning
Which we never elected
as promises are fulfilled
just before its made.

Echoes of the twelfth hour
Sending many to panic
Even at this eleventh hour
A placid escalation of violence.
We witness politically motivated murders Wicked diplomatic maneuverings Implementation of criminal vocabulary

And the open burgling of constitution To quench their ugly podgy urge Power intoxicated soggy urge Of who rules the nation.

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