I'm very rich
So uniquely rich

I don't have big cars; no bars and no big yards
I'm richly rich; though my account is less than 5 digits😑

Aye, I've got these eyes👀
that millions 💵  can't buy

I've got these legs'
that some billions can't get

I've got this brain
that calculate faster and accurate

I've got this memory that's loads quicker than your gig RAM
I've got this life' no commision: no discount

I've got this heart ❤  filled with love, power and hope
I've got this soul that microscope 🔬 can't find its scope

I've got this physique that you physicist think mystique
I've got will, I've got dream; I've got instinct
My spirit real; its only victory ✔; check ya history
It's one me; I'm so unique; my existence is just mystery

Street ain't safe
Home feels like jail
our mind isn't sane
Wrongness always win the debate

Parents killed...
Leaving their kids... orphaned
Kids kidnapped
others shipped to the other side
Students axed; travellers gunned
Markets nuked; chapels bombed

Is this the end of the world or just a mini-war
Our streets are filled with frauds and thugs...
Youths doing drugs...
Girls *****; travellers abduct....
Farmers robbed of their lives and stuffs
Will all this ever stop...

MY country bleeds red
The government' brain-dead
The youth'brain-fed with lies and deceit

The freedom that we crave
Has now turn us to slaves

Slaves in our own home
Slaves to the diablo-throne
Living in a zone' proned to nuke-stone...
thrown through cloned drone
A drone that's homegrown
designed by our own-own

How do we get here
How did our good night rest gets nightmared right on our bed
How do our once cheery face turn teary
Our once feirceful chest' now eerie
A face once filled with cheers...
Now can't stop dripping tears

Where do we go from here...
With whom should we seek refuge
The path is clearly lost
Could this be a curse
Has the God forsaken us

Where do we go from here
Where do we go from here

Freedom isn't free

Freedom is sold
to folks who know
Where and how to be
where they're told to be

Folks who don't think
They just agree
to everything

Do what you're told
and you'd be free

Freedom ain't for outlaws like me
It's for them zombie

Oh, before I go,
Just so you know,
Freedom so.....
is slavery pro

I used to read your poems
Your words have always been my stem
Stabilises my head...
when I'm depressed
Like a ship to ah helm

But lately you haven't write,
Why?
You know' that isn't right?

Dude, Have you been cool?
Or it's the country's nukes...
thats crueling you
Well, I feel it too

But see, you can't abolish your dreams
You mustn't fall apart at the seam

you're a poet of the heart
Though life at-times,
can make you feel like "Aarghh"
"Man, I can't survive"

But, still,
You're a king,
your pen and your ink
and the words they script
are just too lit

So don't stop
Scripting your thoughts...
Say what you can' in words
Live like a wordsmith you are
A hermit's not your style
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#wordsmith #streetpoetry #superwhizzy

Yea, politics is good
But now it's often abused
by those clueless old dudes
Whose ways are cruel
Cos' the style they choose
and the rule they shrewd
doesn't favour the youth
That's why I choose
to stay my cool
you can call me a fool
or a lifeless dude
I'll just sigh
And afterward... write
about the kinda sheople you are
Just like I am now
about the crazy old clown
who see it fit
to drag me in his filth-filled pit
of political ****
Well then, this is it...
Let me give you a bit...
of my poetic hit.

First; here is my question to you
Who are you?
A branded fool?
A nincompoop?
Or a new-age tool...?
for politicking dudes.

Alright ***
I already got the answer to that
Now, let me ask you this...

Who you be...?
To remotely think
That you can silence me
with your conning tricks

Wielding worthless words
With wrecked worsened world
slewing witty words
Spewing stink-filled spit
That smells like public pit

I don't dine with cocky crew
So, get off my track' ***
I can't deck with you
Cos' I don't roll with people
Who are mentally sheople
And if you refuse to be feeble
You'll get psychologically crippled
Cos where Wordsmith roll
is high like church steeple
far from your scope
and sacred from your evil

People often ask
Why'd I love you this hard

What they never knew is that;
You were my stars
When the night was dark

You were my angel
When the devil harass

You were my antidote
When life was toxic

You were my backbone
When the goings' gone chaotic

You were there
when others thought I was no good

You were there
when I lived in the hood

And when others weren't so cool
You were my moon

Stayed with me through the dark
When my world almost turn apart
You brought me light
Appease my heart

You were so close to me
When other hide afar

Turned a kid to a man
Completed my half

You were there
when live was a struggle

You were there
when my mind 's filled with troubles

Gave me hope and I believe...
we'll make it through the hurdle

Yea; you were there
in pain and pleasure

You were there
during work and leisure

And so' my dear
You are the one I most treasure

Said you see the world through my eye
Darling; so do I

The helm to my ship
that guide my path through the stormy sea

My anchor and my whilm
that keeps me steady and stiff

You breath peace to my heart; out and inside
You're like nicotine to my lungs

You are my guide when I lost my sight
You are the one true love that I'd long

Like the bandage to the wound...
you heal my pain; and get me rebrand

And when people still ask
Why do I love you this hard
I said to them
You are to me' more than I can describe

Rich man; Rich man
Where is your dignity
people's sweat is your evening Schweppes
Their suffering is your hobby... funny
Their hungry tummy is your stomach yummy

Rich man; Rich man
You'll never know peace
For the riches you steal
And the things you give to buy that dignity

Rich man; oh Rich Man
Cruel and unsympathetic; with your evil-mind politics
Enslaving weak mind; with your rich man policies
No one dares challenge what you did or say
Anyone who dares tell the tale; won't live the coming day

Rich man; oh Rich man
Rich in knowledge or rich in cash
Rich in power or rich in class
Rich and wealthy; though your rich is farce
When it gets to showing-off; na you rich pass
Yet your riches never reach the mass

You're less of a leader and more of a boss
Your ways are devilish and your attitude is cross
You're not really rich; yea, you're richly poor
Listen to me' dog; don't close that door

Rich man; Rich man, heard you're damnly rich
Rich such that; you've reach the peak
The peak you reach and cut-off the breach
So, no one else could reach your streak

Rich man; Oh, Rich man
Soon you'll know the deal
Your mouth will open; but your goat won't bleat
The period will soon throw stone on you
Cos' even the devil is scared of you
And' even now; God is ashamed of you

Rich Man; Oh! Rich Man
You toxic heart will end up axed
You're crazily rich yet' your rich is trash
And for that; you'll leave in despair
Your soul will rot and turn to cotton in the air
And your spirit will be sent to the depth of hell

Earth will quake apart and swallow your body part
Your spirit will quiver as you're buried alive
Your sky(mind) will get broken and so will your heart
And when death comes to take you afar
No one will be there to bid you bye