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We dey inside moto park for Naija Dey mussle our way, Dey hussle, Dey para, Dey pussle Di way our politician dem Dey take us play ping pong. After hussle, We go go chill, We go go shake bodi, We go go shayo. Wetin bi dis one Wey bi say We no go hear something again? Everywhere now Na Pennsylvania bi di talk. Everywhere now Na Trump talk say for Pennsylvania, Na Kamala talk say for Pennsylvania, Na wetin!? Pennsylvania dey for America, Here na Naija, Wetin concern us for Pennsylvania? We no dey live for America, We dey live for Naija. Make our government give us Wetin we go take survive for Naija, Wetin concern us for Pennsylvania? Nothing concern us for Pennsylvania.

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Sep 17, 2025

Sep 17, 2025 at 7:53 PM UTC

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Wetin Concern Us For Pennsylvania(Poem In Nigerian Pidgin English Language)By Chidi Anthony Opara

We dey inside moto park for Naija Dey mussle our way, Dey hussle, Dey para, Dey pussle Di way our politician dem Dey take us play ping pong. After hussle, We go go chill, We go go shake bodi, We go go shayo. Wetin bi dis one Wey bi say We no go hear something again? Everywhere now Na Pennsylvania bi di talk. Everywhere now Na Trump talk say for Pennsylvania, Na Kamala talk say for Pennsylvania, Na wetin!? Pennsylvania dey for America, Here na Naija, Wetin concern us for Pennsylvania? We no dey live for America, We dey live for Naija. Make our government give us Wetin we go take survive for Naija, Wetin concern us for Pennsylvania? Nothing concern us for Pennsylvania.

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(1) Nelson Mandela: Madiba's humility haunts Haughty hooligans Huddled inside hideous Houses of mal-governance. As Madiba celebrate Decades of struggles, Strident grateful voices Singing songs of salute, Rendered in sonorous voices Reverbrated And resurrected souls Of subdued citizens. As Madiba stood To celebrate and unveil Statues of struggles, Erected in city centres And in the minds Of grateful humanity, Nelson Mandela stood, Grey haired Madiba stood, wiped out by age and struggles. (2)Fela: Sounds of saxophone, Drumbeats, Stage walks, The baritone. Tongue lashing looters Of the people's wealth. Strange incense, Smokes spiraled. The shrine Filled with worshippers, The priest Presided with afro beats. Fela Fanned the flame of truth To free the people From the pangs of timidity. Persecutions. New brass hats Bursted onto the scene And burrowed Into the people's wealth. Fela sang, They struck, Persecutions persisted. Body infirmities, Surrender, Farewell, Afro beats reverberate. (3)Our Civilization Collapsed: A new day Without the sonorous Songs of songbirds And the bustle Of busy humans and animals. The sun struggled to rise, Struggled to shine, Weighed down By the dark couds of July. The clouds unleashed rain, The rain drenched and drained Our knapsack of knowledge. The iron birds Could no longer fly, The medicine men, The medicine women No longer know The cure for our illnesses, Our civilization collapsed. The rain Rained in torrents And drenched our earth Devoid now Of our knapsack of knowledge. (4)Loud Murmurs In The Land: The healers Diagnosed the wrong ailment, They applied the wrong medications, They insist On applying the wrong medications, Their hailers hailed. The patient relapsed into coma, Loud murmurs in the land, Silence, Silence of the graveyard. The healers strut, Pretending to heal, Their hailers hailed. The loud murmurs prepare To erupt into a revolt, A ****** revolt, A bloodbath. The haughty healers Strut Pretending to heal, The patient remains in coma, Their hailers still hailing. Dark clouds Gather over our land Like Damocle's sword, Threatening to slay The guilty and the innocent. The healers still strut Pretending to heal, The patient remains in coma, Their hailers are still healing. (5)I Am Poet Of The Streets: I am piqued When I am profiled A protegee of prominent poets. I am pained When I am pronounced Just a poet. I am poet of the streets. I walk the streets And sing My strident songs of protest, Giving succour To the indigent indigenes Of the streets, Impoverished By the scoundrels who rule over them. Mother muse Mills my inspiration more When I straddle the podiums And sing for the streets. The scorn, The sneer Of the scoundrels Give flip to my resolve To sing And sing for the streets, I am poet of the streets.

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Sep 15, 2025

Sep 15, 2025 at 11:28 AM UTC

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Nelson Mandela And Other Poems By Chidi Anthony Opara

(1) Nelson Mandela: Madiba's humility haunts Haughty hooligans Huddled inside hideous Houses of mal-governance. As Madiba celebrate Decades of struggles, Strident grateful voices Singing songs of salute, Rendered in sonorous voices Reverbrated And resurrected souls Of subdued citizens. As Madiba stood To celebrate and unveil Statues of struggles, Erected in city centres And in the minds Of grateful humanity, Nelson Mandela stood, Grey haired Madiba stood, wiped out by age and struggles. (2)Fela: Sounds of saxophone, Drumbeats, Stage walks, The baritone. Tongue lashing looters Of the people's wealth. Strange incense, Smokes spiraled. The shrine Filled with worshippers, The priest Presided with afro beats. Fela Fanned the flame of truth To free the people From the pangs of timidity. Persecutions. New brass hats Bursted onto the scene And burrowed Into the people's wealth. Fela sang, They struck, Persecutions persisted. Body infirmities, Surrender, Farewell, Afro beats reverberate. (3)Our Civilization Collapsed: A new day Without the sonorous Songs of songbirds And the bustle Of busy humans and animals. The sun struggled to rise, Struggled to shine, Weighed down By the dark couds of July. The clouds unleashed rain, The rain drenched and drained Our knapsack of knowledge. The iron birds Could no longer fly, The medicine men, The medicine women No longer know The cure for our illnesses, Our civilization collapsed. The rain Rained in torrents And drenched our earth Devoid now Of our knapsack of knowledge. (4)Loud Murmurs In The Land: The healers Diagnosed the wrong ailment, They applied the wrong medications, They insist On applying the wrong medications, Their hailers hailed. The patient relapsed into coma, Loud murmurs in the land, Silence, Silence of the graveyard. The healers strut, Pretending to heal, Their hailers hailed. The loud murmurs prepare To erupt into a revolt, A ****** revolt, A bloodbath. The haughty healers Strut Pretending to heal, The patient remains in coma, Their hailers still hailing. Dark clouds Gather over our land Like Damocle's sword, Threatening to slay The guilty and the innocent. The healers still strut Pretending to heal, The patient remains in coma, Their hailers are still healing. (5)I Am Poet Of The Streets: I am piqued When I am profiled A protegee of prominent poets. I am pained When I am pronounced Just a poet. I am poet of the streets. I walk the streets And sing My strident songs of protest, Giving succour To the indigent indigenes Of the streets, Impoverished By the scoundrels who rule over them. Mother muse Mills my inspiration more When I straddle the podiums And sing for the streets. The scorn, The sneer Of the scoundrels Give flip to my resolve To sing And sing for the streets, I am poet of the streets.

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He stood Atop a supremacist podium, Handsome in flesh But hideous in spirit, Delivering hideous messages. Hypnotized humans Huddled At the foot of the podium Listening to his hideous messages. Humanity is one, Yet Charlie Kirk divided humanity On the basis of skin colours And stained the skin colours He didn't like with inferiority. The sound of gunshots, The pandemonium, The yell, The splash of blood And the security show off. A horrendous human Holding a gun Kicked Charlie Kirk to hades And kicked his hideous messages Off the supremacist podium. None deserves violent death, Reincarnation is real, Charlie Kirk will reincarnate To make amends.

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Sep 15, 2025

Sep 15, 2025 at 11:25 AM UTC

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Charlie Kirk By Chidi Anthony Opara

He stood Atop a supremacist podium, Handsome in flesh But hideous in spirit, Delivering hideous messages. Hypnotized humans Huddled At the foot of the podium Listening to his hideous messages. Humanity is one, Yet Charlie Kirk divided humanity On the basis of skin colours And stained the skin colours He didn't like with inferiority. The sound of gunshots, The pandemonium, The yell, The splash of blood And the security show off. A horrendous human Holding a gun Kicked Charlie Kirk to hades And kicked his hideous messages Off the supremacist podium. None deserves violent death, Reincarnation is real, Charlie Kirk will reincarnate To make amends.

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