But my wall of impenetrable hatred,
And anti love defenses,
Couldn't stand up to your thoroughbred,
Sweet, delicate and measured advances.

Kick me, scratch, spit,
I welcome all,
With a smile so tall,
And I love, every one, and bit.

But as you set sail,
May your spirit never fail,
To hear us hail,
Your daring and steadfast tale.

Closer to my heart,
Than my seventh rib,
Where should I start,
Talking about our love, right from the crib?

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To withdrawn funding for WHO;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.

Some sense, maybe?
But to enslave generations?
Certainly should be in the options,
Old fool acting like a **** baby.

Nowhere to go now,
I am stuck with you,
To ride on the crests and troughs,
Together smiling through the smooths and roughs.

The man with cowries around his neck,
Has thrown a mighty stone in the river of our conscience,
And ripples of hope, once again, begin grow...and grow,
Threatening those geriatrics that have refused to embrace relegation.

What goes through your mind,
When you blow up humankind?
What goes through your mind,
When you take all the peace that we can find?

Burn! Burn! Burn!
Enemies, all shapes or form,
Feel the heat of my wrath,
I sentence you lot to hell!

When I first met you years ago,
I had this strange, strange feeling,
But I knew not what it meat at the time,
Then I hated you for it, why?

Because courage failed me,
The contents of my heart burdened me,
And the fiery look in your eyes frightened me more,
Such powerful beauty wrapped in simple tastefulness;

And after all these years,
I still feel these things in my heart,
So, the day you looked at me with equal interest,
Everything exploded, everything! Into one amazing love story.

Rebellion is a her middle name,
She demands special rights in the game,
If you disregard her serpentine frame,
The all you get is a walk of shame.

Dry in the mouth,
Chest thumping,
Palms dripping,
Confidence heading south.

Come, have a taste of my difficult life,
Daily I dine on poverty and strife,
My pockets are filled with nothing,
And the harsh cold stiffens everything;

But you sit on the rock,
Ride all day in a cool truck,
Surrounded by linen and fine gold,
And never afraid to grow old;

Deaf to all my frustrations and agony;
Never acknowledging my tearful testimony,
Blind to all my sorrows,
Waiting until I am no better than scarecrows.

Hold my centre,
Lest apart, I begin to fall,
Prop me up to stand taller,
Or I get kicked around like a clueless ball.

Will hell freeze over if I left you,
Or the heavens fall?
Would time never stroke the hour,
If I said my last goodbye?

Out of a place,
Of scorn and embitterment,
An outpouring of scorching mentions,
From whence came so much adoration.

In the name of whom?
For the protection of what?
Are they now impotent?
The unseen beings in the heavens?

Will we look back in sincere amazement,
Of how gullible we had been,
Or in sheer and unforgivable embarrassment,
That we did not truly, honestly, come out clean?

If it's not the same to you,
I wouldn't like a moment,
A lifetime is what we can do,
So quit acting, no need to comment.

Hellish, lapping tongues,
Locking up every in its path,
The instrument of devil's wrath,
And creator of things awesome.

Had it up to here!
Allow me be myself!
Yes, you brought me here!
But now can take charge of myself!

More struggle, struggle, strrrruuuggglllleeeeeee...,
All resistance overcome,
Powerless even to blink,
Wide eyed, alive to every ******;

Was it what I wore?
The way I rocked my hips?
The contours of my chest?
Did I send the wrong signals?

Could I have fought longer?
Clenched my thighs tighter?
Scratched a bit more?
Screamed louder than before?

You say you love me,
But your heart is miles away,
You promised to stay,
But never left the open sea.

The fiend rushed through screaming like a banshee,
Catching the sleepy lawmakers in a terrible fright,
The golden staff of office glittered in prostate silence,
Only to be stolen in rapturous, disharmonious free for all!

But anywhere you go,
Whithersoever your love will blow,
Like the breath in your lungs,
I'll sing to you, ever loving songs;

For every fiber within me,
And with my very eyes I long to see,
My arms aching to behold,
This legendary beauty my dreams foretold.

What if everything you will ever know,
Was a carefully orchestrated lie?
To tame you until the day you die,
And death only revealed this terrible blow?

Wrap your heart around me,
Embrace me with your soul,
Let all tongues see that you own me,
From head's hair, to feet's sole.

Green fatigues too ****** out to even care,
They turn the other way as the people of state are put to knife,
Lazy infantry men without conscience,
Only available to do the bidding of that crazy old geriatric in the rock.

Somewhere in the centre,
I drew the present and past together,
And no matter how many times the coin was thrown,
It landed on a future full of the terrible unknown.

Her decision could have been,
One way, or the other,
But she brought forth this being,
And none else would I call, Mother.

And when you die,
Exit on an awesome high,
Float up cheerfully into brightly coloured sky,
And wave us all a merry goodbye.

The sun, it took a detour,
It went South,
Where all the darkness sparkled,
Then it stayed, for a while;

When the moon strolled east,
It took along the stars,
A blanket of emptiness,
Covering forgotten lands;

The baobab stretches leafy appendages,
Inviting the lonely acacia,
The obeche remembers greeny times,
When the forest was quiet and  homely.

Better times are with us,
That fresh green lawn,
Is right here before us,
For it is darkest before the dawn.

What a man and a woman do,
What a man and a woman see,
What a man and a woman feel,
What a man and a woman say,
What a man and a woman know,
What a man and a woman hear,
What a man and a woman sing,
What is between a man and a woman,
Can only be understood,
By the man and his woman.

What I feel is wrong,
Like I want to end this,
And I am not strong,
But still, I want to end this.

Said she, die I today,
No husband to weep for me,
No children to wail over me,
But is this love anyway?

Cast in the wrong play,
Of life,
Terrible scripts,
Of impoverishment;

But in a parallel reality,
That young mind on cheap highs,
Is a brilliant entrepreneur,
On a low key.

Menopause.
*******.
Tyson. Weinstein.
Cosby. Ronaldo.

She said she felt inferior,
That the rich and famous guy was not prior,
So she wanted a new birthday suit,
The exact opposite of her bitter truth.

The reference from whence,
All citations came,
The unseen artist in the sky,
Whose stroke is an eternal masterpiece.

Destiny, she failed to smile,
As you sold me a wrenching lie,
Falling for your sweetened guile,
Absent between accursed thigh.

The more, the more,
Constantly, never stopping,
It is what we prayed for,
All day, to keep on raining, raining.

Constantly flying in our faces,
To minutest detail,
Even expelleing faeces,
Then they go off the rail.

Moving forward,
While about faced,
A lot of motion,
Without any displacement;

Those who have been,
Still are,
The ones that want to,
Cannot;

A chorus unhappiness,
Few smiley faces,
With stomach full of hunger,
Praying for better times.

Good title for a Nollywood flick,
Script writers assemble!
One week to belt out a wobble,
But try not to get into trouble;

So, rumour around town,
That a Sudanese man is actually...in Aso Rock!,
Wonders shall never cease in that country,
But what effrontery!

"Well, could be fictional, this matter,"
"Don't take it literally,"
Posited a recent opposition egghead,
Playing advocate for the other coconut head;

That country is in trouble,
Caught in several problems,
There seems no respite in sight,
Even with assurances from the president, the other night;

Hell, what's the difference anyway,
The real one was no better,
The people of state should accept their fate,
Now, before it is too late.

From sun up to sun down,
He plays the community clown,
Wipes off the lady's frown,
This talented man about town.

Emotions arising from the effusions of a redneck,
Driving up blood pressure among the impoverished,
People blinded to the predicament of their unfortunate existence,
Refuse to break the chains but go on a pity party

Behind you when the chips are down,
Pretenders to be your friend,
Reveal who they really are,
And stop acting like they truly care.

Everyone's created equal,
The law is no respecter of anyone,
Build that bridge, tear down that wall!
You're entitled to anything you've won.