Boots sanction the hearts of men.
The victims are wailing and smiling
Death keeps on knocking and waiting
Who will liberate us?

Denial of our voices made us cry
Downtrodden wept as their voices
Dwindle and cracks for liberation
Who are the kindhearted?

Nation begets unruly masters
As the country pretends to smile
Honest people are followers!
Why the contradiction?

Bemourning the scourges of men
Humanity strives to speak but ...
Money, power and fame supercedes
When are we going to rise?

Hatred is begging to put on a smile
Laughter covers herself with rags
The future bleeps and sorrows
Can we revolt against the status quo?© Uzo

The giver of joy to his audience
The healer of man's sorrow
As he judges, the flowers smile
The Dancer is a killer of nightmares.

The hilarious one of every moment.
The people's man every second
He gives light like the sun
The Dancer is man's happiness

The party-goers yearn for Fridays
The Disc jockey fulfils the dancer's dream
Mesmerising the happy screamers
The bottles keep on getting dry.

The dream of the Dancer is joy
The sight of him radiates peace.
His shoes are gold mines.
Who can pay the fee of the Dancer?

Who loves me always?
Desperate to have me glow!
As I move from the North
Helping my dying neighbours from the south.

Banging of boots scare the ears
Ammunition conquers the reddish eyes
Wars ravaging the human soul
Who admires me?

Dialogue beautifies the conscience
Acrimony governs the senseless
Monstrous nobles become opulent
As they smile to the vault

Deaths gladden the weak
Nations get weakened by the feeble
Cries of the desperate beckon for love
With love, peace is the ultimate.

The intentions of the colour speak ill.
As the designer weeps in tears
The white is a filthy colour of all
As the double green symbolises hunger.

The great groundnut pyramids stand as statutes.
Termites scavenge the remnants.
Who can stop the difficulties of the nation?
A patriot, coward, cattle rustler or an alien!

The blood of the unsung heroes
Colour the flag of the nation
Bemoaning signs of failed leadership.
Who led the actions of 10102020?
The Camouflage, Alausa, Aso Rock or the Unseen forces!

Men suffer from avarice
Crowd symbolises poverty
Likening to the extortions of palliatives
Under the framework of bureaucracy.

Smiling as we groan
A nation filled with hatred
The poor feels the pains
As the plebeians labour in vain

Who can salvage us?
The souls of men wane
Crying for the liberty
Why the hatred of the conscientious?

People dance to the public naked
Animals bemoan the sufferings
The sky bleeds blue blood
Why do men hunt their fellows?

Silencing the souls of men
Marching orders of vagabonds
Hatred of the cries of the victims
Why honour the stained boots?

The blessings of sowing
Lies in the season of harvesting
A time of sweat and sweet
A moment of pain and joy

The season of difficulties serves as input
To the period of reaping.
Tears give birth to smiles
Acclaiming the hands of time.

The second is uncertain of the next.
The winking of the eyelashes determines
The involuntary moment no one speaks of.
Who determines the next click of fate?

Recalling the yesterday gives birth of today.
The pregnant one rejoices over the future.
Who knows the dangers of tomorrow?
Only the omnipotent.

Lyrics of bounded intimacy gladdens her conquered mindset
Over the hills of Abeokuta, love flows like waterfall
Vying for the golden heart of  a conquered and bullied one
Eagerly waiting for the crown of love that's beyond


Hating speaks ill of emotions of her past dealings
Daunting cowards scare her of love scars and wonds
Brave hearts smile to her but she giggles and worries
Stepping forward to behold her angelic monster with vexation.


Bridegroom implores the mystic of time and imaginations
Smiling to the awaiting hands of her selfish fantasy and ego
Reminiscing to the high tune of affection and wander of the past
Aimlessly searching for a perfect-godly bride that is beyond her.


Recalling past timelines make her smile, angry, aloft and joyous
Searching for a warmth hands is all she dreams of her present
Not forgetting previous intimacies that weakens her nerves and heart
A diva in her youth as she beckons for unrealistic wishes.

Pain causes friction within
It pierces the souls of men
Gladdens the hearts of sadists
Impoverishes the minds of the feeble
Who feels pains?

Tears symbolises modern humanity
Contradicts happiness and sadness
A bitter sweet flavour of the eyes
Pure like raindrops.
Who likes tears?

Difficulties weaken the strong
As she walks majestically to glory
After several trials of error.
Ladder of failures epitomises difficulties
Who loves difficulties?

Scar sets the tone of recollection
The clothes of men gives it a royal apparel
When the eyes of the beholder recounts the ordeals of the scars
Who adnires scars?

© June 2020

Pallbearers dancing to the bank
As deaths keep on soaring high
Who knows the crimes of the dead?
Except the unseen hands of creation.

Sickness ravages the souls of men
Children pleading for more years
Who cares about their yearnings?
Only the dying mothers.

Famine saddens the hearts of All
Pests smile towards the crops
Who can salvage the situation?
The Guardian of the yields beckons.

Babies cry for food, shelter and water
Markets are closed to All
Floods impede movement
As the wailings continue.

©June 2020

Diseases trailing the footsteps of aliens
Destruction beholding the hearts of babies
Death knocking at the Piper's doors
Oh desolate one! Who is thy saviour?

Humour fazes the face of the Earth
Humility speaks from the mouth of the greed
Value of lives destroyed in the altar of cowardice
Valour depicts heroism and ineptitude of the peasants.

Kurds wailing for the survival of herself
Syrians wishing to behold the cloud of peace
Baghdad - a terrain for anarchy and chaos
Who can save the lad from tears of joy?

Boots stamping bullies the ants and termites
Grenades and other munitions gladden the world.
Mankind weeps as she encounters grief.
Men in suits dance to the bank hallway

MEN ARE SCARED BY UZO OKOLI

Destruction and deaths knock
Scavenging the hearts of men
Beckoning for the blood of mankind
As the breath of humanity seizes


Who can breath the air of life to Us?
Who can cleanse the carcass down the road?
Who can beseech the curses of demons?
Who can conquer the hearts of the vampire?


All men are scared like Myself.
Alas! The traitor of humanity
Worshipper of the goddess of opulence
With a vicious cycle of greed and hatred.


Who will protect the footsteps of men?
Who will speak to the dead conscience of mean men?
Who will promote the virtues of our Creator?
Who will secure the heart of the world?

Humanity by Uzo Okoli

Sun rises to the East
War ravages the North
Climate bullies the West
Poverty destroys the South

Who will conquer the vultures?
No dove in the jungle of war
Mankind fights unfinished trend
That gives a sad face to All.

Forgiveness lies beneath 1000feet
Enemity surrounds humanity like water
Raring her ugly head as a wise serpent
Pains, poverty, population spells doom to Us.

Ruins
Masked men with marching munitions
Searching under the scorching sun
Tired hearts with Giants legs
Receiving the marching orders from Cowards

Pawns serving as agents of protection
To the indolent Bishops and Rooks
The enemies' targets the overthrow of the King
Through the Queen's contempt.

Wavering flags give birth to victory
Songs of triumphant entry bellow
The ruins of the city cry vociferously
As the vultures perform the post mortem.

Diseases trailing the footsteps of aliens
Destruction beholding the hearts of babies
Death's knocking at the Piper's doors
Oh desolate one! Who is thy saviour?


Humour fazes the face of the Earth
Humility speaks from the mouth of the greed
Value of lives destroyed in the altar of cowardice
Valour depicts heroism and ineptitude of the peasants.


Kurds wailing for the survival of herself
Syrians wishing to behold the cloud of peace
Baghdad - a terrain for anarchy and chaos
Who can save the lad from tears of joy?


Boots stamping bullies; the ants and termites
Grenades and other munitions gladden the world.
Mankind weeps as she encounters grief.
Men in suits dance to the bank hallways.