Now the earth has completed another revolution,
And with great outpouring of emotion,
And endless international propaganda,
We all wonder where the two hundred and nineteen are???

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.

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

For,  against; for, against; for, against,
The tension in the air is thick with anxiety,
A date with destiny, set in palpable angst,
Many people with reasons as diverse as society;

To some it is time to pay back the man,
The very same one that did the same,
A decade back when things were much better,
That same oogle-eyed, bespectacled quiet gangster;

To others a means to let off steam,
In the direction of everything, anything,
Not awake, not even in a trance,
Just flowing with tide of vociferous war chanting,

And yet some others just belong one team,
Having a singular motive to cause disruption,
Believing in no other way to realise the dream,
Of a a group of people united by a decent nation;

In response, the government of the day,
Seem to have dropped their breaches to ankle,
Stumbling along with weird interventions without delay,
Ambling this way, that way, like a lost and drunken uncle;

Every where there are armed, cutely kitted security forces,
Many of whom were previously missing where the action is loudest,
You wonder whether these ones live a different reality?
Perhaps in an alternate universe where costs are cheapest?

It is barely twenty-four hours to march off,
The government side-eyeing a list of demands,
Drawn by a determined cross-section of delinquents,
It is all, now, or nothing, forever!

In a cloud of disbelief and great distrust,
Over three hundred were snatched in the dead of night,
Since, more speculations have characterised their plight,
And put this minority's government on a failed ******.

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.

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

When I try to articulate,
Desperately trying not to gesticulate,
So I pause, step back, and calculate,
Thinking, if It were better, I recalibrate.

Hear thou me, tonight, oh Lord,
From the innermost of my recesses,
Give I unto thee, many thanks,
For preserving my life;

For with shalt I have mentioned,
Thy ever loving goodness,
In the less warmly hole of the grave,
Being pleasant food for termite and maggot?

Thus I lift my heart into thee,
As I look ahead unto forty,
Your mercies are supreme,
And I say thou alone art magnificent.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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?

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.

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?

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!

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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

Keeping the light on is herculean,
This problem has become overweight,
The people of state ***** around,
Occupied by frustration, fed with prevarication.

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.

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

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

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

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.

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.

Eternal loop of stupidity,
The constant motions without movements,
Pursuing a bleak reality,
And continuing on meaningless comments.

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

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

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.

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

Because of you, my father,
My conscience can turn away,
From the things I would rather be,
On to the more pleasant and worthy;

Although you are gone,
The precepts you showed me,
Guide my hand when the sun comes up,
And tucks me in bed, every night, without fear.

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?

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

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

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

And the preferred utility,
For use in this morbidity,
Gets axed by authority,
As a matter of citizen security;

Broken pieces of self,
Dusty upon the lone shelf,
Alone in the dark corner
Covered in shame forever.