Time

Tick-tack tick-tack
Ensnare if you dare so pass time fast
Cripled in a clock
Yet you hear him hop
With a motion a second
Wait long enough he is gone

Sleep-wake live-decay
Engaged in a rage to shape man's fate
Marred into months
Yet in years he runs
Time, prime wing of destiny unseen
Vine of fine dreams fulfilled reveal

Copyright © 2004 Mallum James W

Mother's only wrapper

My mother's tears
My mother's fears
Have wrenched her into many plenty
Till brothers hear
And brothers learn
Once divided twice we very falling

Let unity at least
With faith increase
Till the day of final succour
Peace the only process
Progress all the rest
Towards a better future

Who said it is white
Who said it's a patch
Tis green-white-green, our flag
So all at ease
No tugging please
That is mother's only wrapper

Copyright © 2008 Mallum James W

Flow, Niger flow

Flow, Niger flow
Is it your fault?
Carry debris and rubbish wherever you go Conquer every earth hindering To your patronizer's door But why here, why At my father's door Though your wrath and rushing He not incur Save flood and blood-thirsting For your violator's war.

As I sang (with heaviness)

The language of the waters:
Niger! roar your words
I will listen, fail to
Weeds overpower you
And strike you with limbo
I stand at your bank
Of soft clay and fine sand
Bring now your reply
In intermittent mellow tides
I will understand, or face
The hindrance of father's earth
And be still in your place
Even worse, I tell the Zephyr your lover
How married you are to father
Rubbing your bosoms on hardened chest
While he breeze your back with soothing care.

As I set my gaze upon your face
My ears curious, twitch to hear
Rigid formations of nose and lips
In wavy lineaments of feminine curvatures Ridges of calm undisturbed ripples Like nipples in animated longitudes At least, until sprays come wash my face A bath of mud-dirt on flesh Reaching down with dowser in hand I shrilled a tinkle, timorous Reeling forward, forced by cold tinder-soaking fingers Alas, when lips parted to unleash wisdom From the bowels of an amazon.

Then you sang (with peace)

In a voice that called tears:
Master doubt your fears
This once and reason, true I
Made confluence verse
Only but to make hale
Heart of you father who I love
And a delta boost his ego
Dams in my path damning my way
Yet I not complain
Few will understand or better, see it
How vile and arrogant sons have been
Black gold shoots out at foot of their father
Yet point they cold hollow metals to fellow brothers.
Go!

Go Niger, flow
Now I know
Flush conflicts and perils from this land Shower peace and love On the victimized But why such appellation, why Master of the Niger Perhaps in clairvoyance fate be known Like a waiting accolade Go on, flow Niger It is not your fault.

Copyright © 2009 Mallum James W