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The Cry Of A Good Citizen
Oh mother of many youths
Of sons like an orchard grown
Of children so neat and cute
With every year their physique blown.
Oh mother of dozens of daughters
Like the mountain stones ever shining
While in the terrain resounds their laughter
Melodies of majesty in her place echoing.
In many disciplines her children dispersed
Scientists, historians, politicians but no culprits
Able men in such fields deeply immersed
Orators at the bench, even more at the pulpits.
With such a thousand numbers over
For years shall the nation not lack
Men of humility and modest temper
In service they would not slack.
Integrity and honor found in their duties
Strong personalities of impeccable characters
Their productivities project their beauties
And the fertile mothers pride is all that matters.
Even those who lie now with the ancestors
We hold in high esteem their eternal legacies
While we are here on earth as visitors
We beseech you to influence our tendencies.
But graces upon you, if its wisdom you a
Where he got permission to spoil and destroy
I don’t know, but I feared and feel it’s from hell
But God destroyed him and I’m here laudatory.
Sounds
Heard sounds, more sounds
of a clanging cymbal and
now of a metal gong.
Streaking sounds across
the sky like David’s slingshot
hitting us as though we were
the mighty giants of the time.
Now, I am here just quiet
delivering the message of peace
in a world that sustains us
like a maggot in a carcass.
DEATH- THE MIND
(Written after the death of Mr. Charles Ayede.)
Lying in state
Is the only price
He paid for our
Democracy.
His demise soon
Become the soul
With whom we
Brazenly carry on
Our principles that
Ended In silence.
We cried
As we buried him
Behind the ‘Ngokur’ hills
At his burial
I understood why
‘Jesus Wept’.
The President’s New Clothes
Our worse President
is seen as the best
just like the Emperor’s
swindlers saw him.
We have pretended
to see nothing wrong
but few have seen
all the bad but no good.
I have never seen such
level of shamelessness.
For as things becomeworse
He has no clothes on
yet some palace courtier’s
tell him that he has the
most gorgeous clothes on.
This President does not
have the advantage of that
little child who screamed
that the Emperor was naked.
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