Can't wait to be born,
Can't wait to crawl,
Can't wait to brawl,
Can't wait to return.

Government, led by animals,
Government, of animals,
Government, for animals,
Government, sadly unfit for animals.

When baby chews feet,
In all its flexibility,
Then I marvel at my inability,
To replicate this simple feat.

Lend your power,
Only, to those things,
That expressly matter,
To you, and to other beings.

We think hate, rather,
Than love, toward,
The fellow human, who,
Should not think otherwise.

We're locked down, by order,
The body, none the wiser,
Will crave nourishment,
Of all sorts, moment by moment.

We don't want to be mistakes,
But oft life happens,
When the unplanned becomes us,
The no option than to live.

Rainy, beautiful day,
And everything can go wrong,
Like a well crafted song,
Belted awfully in very way.

Taken, without hope of return,
Unlike the day we are born,
A day to weep and mourn,
Dearly beloved on eternal sojourn.

A crowd of hypocrites,
Sitting behind hard or soft keyboards,
Came down ******* the superstar,
They threw all sorts of damaging words;

The state brought it's full weight,
Went in for the guilty verdict,
Made a show of the proceeding,
Slapped a fine and community service;

But another went afoul the same law,
Breached protocols meant to save lives,
Disregarded all safety rules,
Even flouted a presidential directive;

They simply turned a blind eye,
Choosing to prosecute a fry,
And letting off the lion and his pride,
Helped on by the folly of flippant masses.

Lazy Thursday afternoon,
Room for cuddle and spoon,
Everywhere darkly cold,
Now, into the very warm fold.

When I stand in the shadows,
Of the ancient ruins of,
The grand old pyramids of Egypt,
In the same colours of their makers;

I wonder at the magnificence,
Of my ancestors in all their glory,
As they wrote their legacies,
From everlasting unto the very end.

It's a race, but what kind?
A selfish one, no?
An economic one, yes?
But why bother?

Because playing out,
Hidden in plain sight,
Or the other way around,
Is corporate pharma warfare;

A renowned template,
For catalysing new prosperity,
Jumpstarting comatose economies,
For the advancement of works greed;

So, here we are,
The bear and the lion,
Their cubs enabling their egos,
Other animals their lab rats.

The little ants by the edges,
Or the tiny microscopic ticks,
The scurrying roaches along the cracks,
Or the annoying rodents lurking the shadows?

Moulded in brown,
Built of ebony,
Wired with sinew,
Derived from coal.

Born in this land,
Suffer in this land,
Die in this land,
Worst tragedy of all kind.

A ******* estate of,
Might is right where,
Gentleness is weakness and,
Violence takes it all.

Taking their rightful,
Place on the wrong,
Side of historical,
And perceived curses.

On either side of,
The crimson divide,
Sat two hearts that,
Beat out untruths.

The month came,
To me, of the same,
Need to feel good,
Again, 'cos I am no wood.

In life such desire manifests,
Upon ones creativity one invests,
Upon ones intelligence one banks,
Upon ones wisdom is placed resilience;

Upon the strength of ages,
Past, future and present,
Upon the combined forces,
Of goodwill and positivity;

A man may come,
Into his own,
Or lose it all upon,
Some flimsy whimsy negativity.

Unfit women deliver,
Babies to be sold,
Into any fold,
Just for some paper.

As worthless as it becomes,
Increasingly is hard to get,
The struggles of stable incomes,
Stacked against the failed goals set.

They act one way,
But reveal another,
They say good today,
But really do not bother;

Thiers is a milky mirror,
Reflecting good intentions,
Whereas behind the door,
Lay unimaginable tribulations;

Once out of the womb,
The state clothes poverty,
People pay their way to the tomb,
Accompanied by all sorts of uncertainty;

Thus empty husks await,
Liberation at the borders,
Stuck here, tolerating what fate,
Over there, better opportunity reorders.

The future is in jeopardy,
As the present erodes all merit,
For the past disappears with alacrity,
In the face of continued discredit;

All know that advances of tomorrow,
Are built on foundations of today,
As yesterday gave us innovations to borrow,
And instructions to put on continuous replay.

Such crass hypocrisy,
Coming from high society,
Blaming nomenclature,
For their inane nature;

Calling a pig,
A bad dig,
Just to roast it,
And save your own meat;

The movement has responded,
Just as the street would have wanted,
A total boycott of your brand,
To garnish your garri with enough sand.

The alignment of the stars, today,
Shall be in your favour, all the way,
Creating a shining path, for you,
To live, blossom and remain blessed, all through.

Ignorance in the face,
Of overwhelming evidence,
Of immediate and pressing danger,
Taking over the area around the Niger;

Choosing to pick teeth,
In colourful filial exposures,
In recline with relaxed ambience,
Belatedly, recorded, expressing untruths;

Fons et origo,
Awash with innocent blood,
Awash in the ashes of thy brethren,
After much negotiated patting on the back;

Your psychedelic reactions,
Beyond lip service,
Beyond insensitivity,
Deserves everything but continuity.

There's nothing good found,
In the one different from the rest,
Ready to head west,
While others look north;

Of a different shade,
And not to be confined,
To the averageness of existing,
Without actually living, fully.

They offer a seat at the table,
Something quite irresistible,
Far enough not to contribute,
But close enough to be seen;

This of oft the fate of faces,
Of people with loud consciences,
That appear to be with the people,
But only bidding time for opportunity.

And just like that!
A single cowardly shot!
Life given no chance to start,
Another ****** from the lot;

As though, it appears,
Former colonies of Her Royal Majesty,
Have become mindless rippers,
Tearing souls with reckless travesty;

Here the Coronavirus has killed less,
And brutality snuffed out more,
It's all a shameful mess,
Security agencies in ****** galore;

The vestiges of colonisation,
Suppression and marginalisation,
Brutality, segregation and classification,
Kleptomania, nepotism and crass corruption.

The world is on edge,
And rightly so, too,
From caskets strewn like *******,
To withdrawn funding for WHO;

Like something off a horror story,
What's left is for reanimated dead,
Flesh eating, mindless monsters,
Only lead to the friggin' head!

Pulpit shysters, con men of the cloth,
Boasting, the battle is theirs, not the Lords,
Dared the unseen guest, profanely,
All is well, now, laying between nailed boards;

Somewhere, in the dark continent,
The tropics had all the heat,
Coronavirus surely couldn't stand,
Well seated, many dead, no signs of retreat;

Far East, some crazy, mad scientists,
Playing with their bio toys,
Cook up another RNA weapon,
The Communist, westward, someday deploys;

It's the WWIII,
We eagerly awaited,
Shame, it's fought without explosions,
What a sight! To see civilisations obliterated!

Depopulation strategy of the antichrist,
Yes, he made mention during a talk,
****, he can't even protect his operating system,
From which he made his billions bulk;

Led by an African,
Surely he couldn't be that smart,
Misled the greatest civilisation?
Oh dear! From where do we start?

Our people have never known better,
Good governance is a pipe dream,
Here's another scheme to enrich politicians,
Juicy donations flowing in like a stream;

The big pharms engineered this,
Let loose something to **** millions,
Scramble, make a show, of concern,
Develop a vaccine, rake in the billions.

Life is but temporary,
Whether ordinary,
Or with affluence,
What's left is the essence;

For there was a confidante,
Whose opinion was sacrosanct,
Loathed by not a few,
Loved by others that had no clue;

In him was the ruler most pleased,
To direct and plant the right seed,
To direct the affairs of state,
While staying in the light of his shadow.

Yes nothing,
Yes high blood pressure,
Yes breakups,
Yes confidence out the window.

Hypocritical nature of man,
Allows him move closest,
To his God,
When a hair's breadth from death.

Your time, you have completed,
Indeed, yes, but should have waited,
To hold your grandchildren, both,
Before coursing on fate's boat;

As your strength drew down,
You never grew a frown,
Even on my wedding day,
'Twas brilliant all the way;

So, here I am, calling,
To say you aren't forgotten,
May be physically departed,
In spirit, always, united.

How can I trust,
My own beating heart,
Betrayed from the very start,
Even before the very first ******.

All I am,
Today, yesterday was made,
For tomorrow, by him,
Out of love, and humble foresight.

The long and unending nothingness,
Bright light or thick black,
Strung by the neck,
Or shot in face, neck and torso;

For killing a girlfriend,
Or stealing common patrimony,
For creating a deadly virus,
Or ****** a week old infant.

Could be as a result of circumstance,
One situation could lead to happenstance,
Or a conflicted dissonance,
Even a bewildering lack of stance.

Ridden by the high and mighty,
Drawn by the low and downtrodden,
To do with as they well please,
Not minding anyone they displease.

To an injustice, what justice?
To torture, what reprisal?
To ******, what reawakening?
To arson, what renewal?

To hurt, what healing?
To war, what rebuilding?
To hate, what love?
To oppression, what expression?

To apartheid, what equal rights?
To racism, what humanity?
To nepotism, what equal opportunity?
To terrorism, what love and affection?

The world over,
Here and there,
Great dehumanisation,
People have been reduced,
To banana peel thrown by the sidewalk;

No significance is given,
To the soul that makes us equal,
Man turns upon man,
At the slightest provocation;

Throats are slit,
Blood is spilled,
Innocent heads, vital organs,
Harvest ed without remorse;

Blood is currency,
Ritualists offer for wealth,
Whether known or unknown,
People vanish, bodies are found;

But where did we go wrong?
We've turned our backs?
On the Almighty,
And faced evil, squarely;

Why do we inflict pain on others,
Throw families into sorrow,
***** life out of human beings,
As though pinching a lit candle?

Oh, what cruelty!
Visited upon the vulnerable,
Left to the whims of the wicked,
And the caprices of the malevolent;

So, will justice come?
Can these damages be repaired?
For all these iniquities,
What price?

Dear vulnerable People of State,
I come with pieces,
Of my broken heart on a wooden plate,
But for how long, these wicked policies?

Now we know, yes,
Reasons they gave, no?
Left their mess,
A lot of it, they let flow;

Hiding behind all sorts,
The people languish in lockdown,
Emboldened by haughty retorts,
They leave the vulnerable roam about town;

While they grow in ****** riches,
Their falsehood follows beyond reaches,
As tears wash over several cities,
They keep up their brazen stone faces

Perhaps the people are incapable,
Of producing anything good,
They'd do anything for food,
Even everything stinkingly improbable;

For how can one explain,
The corruption at the tower,
How the prominent, with disdain,
Treat the commoners they rode to power?

One thing only, that I ask,
That the people of state,
Remember the time of need,
How they left you to bleed;

Turned their backs on you,
Manufactured beneficiaries,
Profited from your need,
Out of stupidity and greed;

Don't forget in a hurry,
Lest in time all get blurry,
Abandoned you to your need,
Took everything, and your seed;

And gave you much excuses,
Why you must suffer,
Cast because of tongue and creed,
Deaf and blind to your very need.

By the time,
This lockdown is over,
There'd have been a tectonic shift,
In the balance of World Power!

Really? Without finances?
Who told you?
Even with all the finances,
Much hatred comes through.

Come, to those that wait,
Hear me, consider fate,
If, truly, you have faith,
Work, quickly, before it's too late.

A Master of many things,
And Jack of most,
A handyman's man,
And envy of all;

By the time,
I was old enough,
Our laundry days were classes,
He taught the lesson of independence.

Some lines were never crossed,
Like staying out ridiculously late,
Or going out on a flimsy date,
These two were clearly stressed;

And they shaped the future,
Becoming a recluse of sorts,
By the widow, acknowledging social reports,
At forty, contemplating a life tour.