Adieu Grandma





Until that day, being 24th
Of December, 2016th
I came to know,
How jealous death is...
Grandma, till t-o-m-o-r-r-o-w
You remain an icon of peace,
Grandma, who could make
One laugh in her own ways
Of jokes and conversations,
Verily, you nursed great minds
As your children, grandchildren
And great-grandchildren,
Lo, I take your exit to be;
The Lords call to glory,
Though, is quite so unfair
You departed to glory a-bit early,
You should have waited
Till the pillars of earth bear wheels
So we bless you with more stars,
And gazillions of jewelries ...
Well, God rules and He decides,
In everything; all Glory to God
Ma Elizabeth Mba, rest on the
Shoulder of the Almighty God,
Amen, Amen, A-m-e-n !


©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
(GRANDSON)
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Thorny Leaders







Hundredths of stitches on my skin,
Thousands of marks on my body,
Millions of insults descending on me,
Yet, the world can't let me be.



Wait, I saw him on those fraud records,
I saw another sucker jubilating joyfully,
I got so angry and mauled devil overly;
Because, I eat the whole world with a sword.



How bad is the slippery ***** of my fate,
How bad is the sting of a scorpion by night,
How true is the world leaders and knights,
Here and there loiters pipe-like-necks as gents .



Around the four corners of the world;
Smells like the bathing soaps of the Egyptians,
When shall all these sharks on seats...
Cease to exist and worship the Israelites God.




©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
[A salient prolific author...]
» 30/06/2017
> 01:13AM

*****-Nation








How the rich has lost its luster,
   the well-to-do become doom!
The sanctity gents are scattered
   at the gates of all peaceful loop.



Even jackals offer their *******
   to nurse their offspring,
But my people have become unsparing
    like ostriches in the desert crest.



Those who once ate pure delicacies
     are bad destitute in the streets.
Those nurtured in pink and purple
     now lie on dust and ash heaps.



How the precious sons of Nigeria,
   once their weight in silver and gold,
are now measured as pots of clay,
    the work of a potter's hands; clay ?



The punishment of my Nation
   is greater than that of Gomorrah,
which was overthrown in a moment
   without a hand turned to help her.







©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
[A salient prolific author...]
>> 11/07/2017
⊙ 06:56PM

Susceptible-era...











Man waved away deformities of *****,
  man deserted hatred and violence,
Man merried in harps of righteousness;
  all these were delicacies of the ancient kingdom.



Oh, come to our world wherein whales fear,
Oh, our world wherein witches are preachers,
Oh, come to our world wherein worms steer,
Oh, our world wherein fates go on date with money-rituals.




Some heads blackened their hearts at dark,
  some eyes eyed the eagles to death by night,
Some mouths blundered rivers of nail on the risen spark,
  some ears ruined truth for gifts from heist.



If the raod to Babylon seem a-foot close to Lagos;
Then sharks in river Jordan would snap selfies with some corpse,
For a second the ruling Egyptians lived;
While, stars of years the Israelites lived.






©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
[A SALIENT PROLIFIC AUTHOR...]
    30/07/2017
      02:16 PM

Travesties of tragedy










There was once beauties in my land,
  very fruitful from clouds to sand,
And advocates of bossmanship rode-in;
  dust of sands began to cry in sin.



When nature refused to be caged;
  walls of my nation began lying in heaps of ruins,
When gold could not find a path for seizure;
Calamity of integrity clash will flood amidst entities.



Goddess of "what-else and priestess of "pretence"...
   all I have seen lurking around our honeyspace;
For knights of blood is our rulers in distress,
  and forerunners of seven-headed mistress.



Again, when nature refused to be caged;
  politics became carnival of blood splash,
When peace, love and unity rejects immunity;
  female wombs will contest for "the best weaponry arsenal" .





©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
[A SALIENT PROLIFIC AUTHOR...]
     30/07/2017
       01:49 PM

Woe to the Apathy









Woe to you who are apathy in Nigeria,
And to you who feel safe in Aso-rock,
You dignitaries of fraudsters of Nigeria,
To whom the poor depend on for stocks.



Woe to you who are apathy in Africa ,
And to you who feel safe in  America,
And then weep hard in their prison wall,
Now, is their calaboose a-mourning mall?



Woe to you who are apathy in Nigeria,
And to you who feel safe in ritual-wealths,
Yet, you die young and rot in Hades ever;
As your casket drop amid beast of maggots.



Woe to you who are apathy in many states,
And to you who reign terrors daily,
And to bowlful drunkards and fate-pests,
Your feasting and lounging will end sadly.





©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
[A salient prolific author...]
»» 02/07/2017
>> 11:57AM

Peril-Justice








When the sea shall voice like a trumpet,
And declare unto heads their rebellion,
And you have hidden the cats under vent,
Lo, hot stones of ravines are your portion.



Behind your gates, doors and windows
You have displayed your heathen symbols,
Weary and mockery are your perfumes,
Cry not loud for in hell shall you boom.



Wind shall descend , wind shall devour,
All your collections of idols you bow...
And you shall burn with lust amid the oaks,
As you moan mournfully like choked doves.



Like the blind we ***** along many walls,
Feeling our way like men without eyes,
We look for justice, but find none at all;
For peacefulness, but far away it hides.







©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
[A SALIENT PROLIFIC AUTHOR...]
>> 04/07/2017
»» 11:14PM