JUSTICE FEVER

The Heads have their own desire
Seat round and conspire
Greed rekindle the fire
Never will tire
Until office retire

Injustice is a red wire
***** like vampire
In this crazy empire
Justice we aspire
That conspiracy may backfire

We are faced with gunfire
What they need I inquire
Votes are what they require
And when they acquire
They leave us in barbwire

Justice left for the rich to hire
Justice perverted, money inspire
Justice now misfire
Where are the Esquire
Not just to flag attire
Else, Justice will expire

©Kporho Vwede Daniel
07067333949
(IG: General Ali Official)

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DARK KISSES

I see a colour
The colour of tears and kisses
It ought to be transparent
The way transparency in election ought to be
It's a colour as dark as snow

I see dark glittering
But the owners of Nigeria don't
I see dark tears
It ought to be transparent
The way leadership ought to be

I hear the colour eco
In a dark quiet room
From a ******'s eyes
Pouring down gently
Hoping to flood corruption

I see her transparent heart
Growing dark and darker
Pumping a dark blood
Via a ******'s eyes
Touching her green and white lipstick

I see the owners of Nigeria
****** a kiss on her lips
Enjoying the mixture
Dark tears with green and white lipstick
Deceiving her in a dark room

©Kporho Vwede Daniel
07067333949
(IG: General Ali Official)
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NATURE AND NATION

Compare
The nature of nature
And the nature of our Nation
How eggs break into chicks
And bad wax into worse

Compare
How birds fly across roofs
And how Politicians cross carpet
How winds direct their flight
And how greed divert their purpose

Compare
How birds transport the public sky
And how Politicians transport private air
How birds adapt and  build next
And how Politicians possess and destroys

Compare
The bird called vulture
And the government of the people
How the sky cry when nature insist
And how the people cry when government persist
Compare Nature and  Politics

©Kporho Vwede Daniel
07067333949
(IG: General Ali Official)

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MECHANICAL

The lion of Africa is mechanical
A knock down engine
Left to rust
Producing garbages
Break down to the apex

From one mechanic to another
They always promise to fix it
Get paid and extort us in return
Inflicts more damages
Heaps the faults on previous mechanics

The lion of Africa is mechanical
With quack mechanics
Stealing our tools and equipments
Always seeing a complex fault
At the end of each day

Pleading to fix it if given a second chance
But repeats the same error
When their repair tenure is over
They bring in their kinsmen
To make promises too

Tools and equipments unaccounted for
Where's the employment carburetor?
The infrastructural radiator
The nut of unity
The scale of Justice
The gear for separation of powers
All you political mechanics.

Photo credit: Ativie Kimberly Adesua

©Kporho Vwede Daniel
07067333949
(IG: General Ali Official)
All rights reserved

FAMILIAR STRANGERS

My heart drifts
It pounds hurriedly
I wasn't running
I hear yours too
Beating faster than her shadow
Then I realise
We are adorn with bait
Always running from Predators

Yes, men are no longer taken across
Adorn with heavy necklaces and bracelets
On pants into Titanics
Like modern day fashion
Accompanied with wine from their eyes
They drank to stupor
With whips sounding like applauds
A continuous jubilation

Baited by strangers no more
But the strangers left their culture
Together with their ornaments behind
Invisible ornaments
What an inheritance
Our own now strangers
Our own now prey on us
Even in our Father land
Another jubilation
I thought it was over

©Kporho Vwede Daniel
07067333949
(IG: General Ali Official)
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QUESTION

Do you know?
That there's a world?
In this same world?
Looking like another world?
That there's a sick world?
Where people barely say a word?

Do you know?
People lie all day?
Spooned all day?
They admire legs that smash the floor?
Hands that could glide ?
Some cannot afford the hospital ward?
That some left in the process?

Do you know?
We are using the same clock?
That they ought to be with us?
Making a difference too?
That their hearts complain?

Never a day without tears
Grease of smile can be applied
With our presence
With our presents
With out prayers
Do you know?

©Kporho Vwede Daniel
07067333949
(IG: General Ali Official)
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DISTINCTION

We complained
As we were demarcated with colours
We called the situation big big names
Preferential treatment were dished
Black muds all over our body
We were served black bananas for it
We were tagged 'Black monkey'
We all felt gloomy

We complained
As another set of colour rise amongst us
They bleached their buttocks
To look different from the rest
They tagged others by 'tongues'
They claim ownership of the national cake
What about us?

We complained
They should be buried in Pluto
A special cemetery
In a special 12 feet grave depth
A special after life
So that we don't corrupt their bodies
As they tagged us different

©Kporho Vwede Daniel
07067333949
(IG: General Ali Official)