Another man down in my area 😔😢
You can never trust SARS with a gun
The difference is not really much
They are armed robbers on Government uniform.

They are not out for our safety
They're only trying to extort us
But what kind of country do we live in?🤔
The government are not saying anything
Not until it involves their families.😠

It so sad!
So many dreams cut short
Because of one gunshot
How can your first check point
Be your last bus stop?.😒

Let us join hands to fight back
So as to win this combat
Let end police brutality
Let end SARS in Nigeria

Rest in peace to the young lads💐💐💐
#Endpolicebrutality
#EndSars

A poem is a song sung aloud
With the mouth shut.
A poem is a song sung from the heart
To heal the soul.
A poem is a drum
Beat till it matches the heart beat.

So, a poet is what our world needs,
A poet with a poem
That will make the soul run out with tears
For what is poetry if the audience walks out without tears.

  
        #stay_safe

How I wish my eyes could Grace love
And my heart embrace nature's freshness,
In it finest and purest from.

Oh,how I wish I was a poet,
How I wish my hand will listen to my heart,
I would have told the world how beautiful it was
With words too deep to say.

Oh,how I wish I can make words come alive,
Live would have been more easer for me.
How I wish I can write,
Love wouldn't have died,
Peace would had last longer.

Oh, if only my heart will speak to my hand,
Then I will whisper in to the world's ears
That her smiles are hidden in hope.

Oh, I wish I was a poet and nothing more😒
Alas, I could only wish and always wish
That I wish I was a poet!!....

My child,
Do not fall in love with a poet,
Their words are empty, its deceive.

Do not fall for the words of a poet,
They are just fragment of their imagination,
They are not real.

Their words are just like the wind,
That comes and go.
When it's gone,
You will be left In the heat of a broken heart💔

Until today,
I still hear her voice,
As I pen

Life is just like a book,
In which we all have ours to fill,
With 365 lines in each page.

I have turned over 24 pages,
And have just noticed,
That I have written nothing.

I have seen others,
Fill their pages with words,
And I wish , I could fill mine.

I will hold these few lines,
For in it were the few times,
My ink spilled properly.

The kind of love.!!

Two lover stars cross,
So much in love,
But their love can't be accurate.

With families being sworn enemies,
Them being in love just add to it.

It an ongoing fight
About who is wrong or right.
But they forgot that two wrong can't make a right.

Sharing a love strong enough to die and **** for,
The kind of love everyone should try to live for

With things gone too far,
Even to the stage of death.
Holding the solution in her hand,
Slowly dancing with the potion,
With tears running down her face
As she go through the motion.
It's a self sacrifice,
Hoping the gate of love will remine open
Ready to give her life for her love,
Ready to raise above her pains
Puting an end to all the pain ,
Is all she's hoping it's does.
All for her kind of love.!!.

My effort to live is as good as my fear to die
My strength is weaken by the weight of the world
I give all but receive nothing.

Like a wrestler,
I show all my strength and talent.
They notice not, for all they want is just the satisfaction of their eyes.

I live to die even for the things am not supposed to die for.
I live in the mist of nothing trying to pleased them, now am as nothing as them.

The corpse whom I am is been taken to and fro by the waves of my land to a no destination.

Am beginning to rot and smell in the heart of those i loved with all my heart.
To them, am just but a living corpse.

Like a carcass in the mist of vultures,
Here I am in the mist of faith and religions of land,
Full deceit and evil.

Like a beautiful garden full of roses and lilies,
But beneath, I am that rotten worms and corpse that bring out it glories.

Never have I been notice
Because to all I live no more,
But my strength and talent they always required.
Here I am, today as a breathing corpse.

Life is poetic in nature
Each generation is an embodiment of poetry
To the extent that her actions, words and manners of living are artistic revelation of the mystery of poetry
Through the careful crafting of words and weaving of human emotions using human language.
That may sound sweeping,
It is true that this generation has produced quite a lot of poetry
A generation that is controversially regarded as the third generation of poets.
In this generation, poetry is no longer regarded as an exclusive reserve of a coterie of experts as it was in the days of #soyinka and early #okigbo,
When poetry was meant only for fellow poet.
Studying poetry in school then,
Gave them the impression that poetry was a difficult #Genre.
This generation in contrast to the obscurantist and hermetic brand of poetry,
Had taken the language of poetry, the diction of figurative expression,
To the market-place, to the popular daily press even,
To use the words of#Biodun jeyifo.
This is evidently a response as it addresses the socio-political pressure of the society.

Walking in d darkness of loneliness,
I stumbled on a hard substance,
Using the light of my heart,
I found out its love,
I shouted and screamed; Ah!!!,
Because it's love as hard as a Rock.

In desperation and eagerness,
I tied it with d rope of affection,
To pull It out of darkness to my lonely heart,
Before someone with a dim light of affection See's it.

I have been thinking!😔
I don't really know what to write about this Virus.

It was first found in China,
Now the whole world is hiding.
Our streets are now like the shadow of its own self.
Our stores are empty,
Those that are full,
No buyers.

You think it's funny?!!,
What about our right,
To buy and sale,
Even to live?.

The Government are lying
Tryt to keep us luckdown
They don't have the cure
But try to keep us clam in silent.

Now every body is dying,
You Know it for real.
No vaccine, no medication,
So I think it time to pray to God,
Because we can't rely on science anymore

Oh My fathers land,
On d northern parts and hills,
Our soldiers are killed!,
The bravest of our soldiers,
Fall asleep in death,
The bodies of our brave soldiers,
Lie in disgrace,
No longer polished with honor!.

Our dedicated young men,
Who gave their lives ,
For the peace of the land.
How wonderful and dear was their service,
Together, they stood in life,
Together they fled in death!,
All for our dear father land!..

Oh, woman!,
Mourn for them
For they  gave up their today,
To better your tomorrow.
Daughters of our land, lament!,
For you will see them no more!.
For they sleep for you to remine awake.

How wonderful was their love for us,
Better than the love of a mother for her child ,
Next to that of God.

Oh brave men of our land,
Remine asleep,
For you will fall on more!..

Walking in d darkness of loneliness,
I stumbled on a hard substance,
Using the light of my heart,
I found out its love,
I shouted and screamed; Ah!!!,
Because it's love as hard as a Rock.
In desperation and eagerness,
I tied it with d rope of affection,
To pull It out of darkness to my lonely heart
Before someone with a dim light of affection See's it.