Between the hours of wee and dawn,
Many a reveler throng,
The house that party built,
To mad in the jolly new year.

So, what if we talk funny,
And believe in the entitlement of our own ignorance?
We will build a wall to keep you out,
And brag about how we run this friggin world!

Pray that the sun rises in the east,
And pray, too, that the earth spins along its axis,
Make supplications that the moon shines at night,
And intercede on behalf of many rats in the sewers;

Here we are, people of state,
Vagabonds in high places have come again,
Pulling the chord of our collective mentality,
Yanking the chain of our divisive idiosyncrasies;

For many, many seasons they have harvested,
Fruits borne by the motherland,
Furnished their illicit barns with treasures of state,
Fueled their desires with the blood of the children;

Yet a time comes when the seas will roar in tempestuous rage,
The four winds cry out in deafening anger,
Night and day both refuse to do their bidding,
The earth refuse to stomach the wickedness of  their inhumane abominations;

Not too long, oh brethren,
The time is dearly nigh,
That the shackles of our backwardness,
Will turn into tools for our deserved happiness.

There is no one like Hadassah to me,
No matter how pretty she may be,
I have won the only place in her heart,
Where only death can do us 'part.

Moonshine night, seated,
The two of us, whispering sweet nothings,
Wondering what the future held,
Morning! Wake up! Dream!

And when the two forces locked hands,
Doomsday clocks rolled back many seconds,
On neutral ground both looked not out of place,
As many wondered what it meant, this phase;

The earth went on along its own axis,
The sun greeting the morning from the east,
Surely the stars will twinkle  tonight,
And the moon offering its cold bright light.

The wilderness beckons,
As I journey to be tempted,
By the curves of endless delightes,
Yet, only your love, keeps me grounded.

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

There's no time than now,
That this country needs a rebirth,
All of the old must die,
To give life to a new beginning;

We just cannot continue like this,
Those dinosaurs have caused enough harm,
They've destroyed well enough,
Turned a bad situation irreversibly worse;

Thus a decaying of all the old ways,
An accelerated putting to death,
All religious bigoted acts of stupidity,
Tribal or ethnic jingoistic anomie;

A nation is coloured by its leader,
Unfortunate if such were defined,
By the idiosyncrasies of religious,
Or backward ethnosocial beliefs;

We are were we are,
Where we're not well,
Wherein we were,
Whereas were we where;

Thus it makes sense to gather,
The lot of these analogue invertebrates,
Offer them a life in exile somewhere,
Where the sun will never shine.

Seemed the spirit was lacking,
But one man kept on attacking,
Then youthful inexperience came knocking,
And it was Hots' for the taking!

Rhythmic back and forth,
Entire shaft getting frothy,
Eyes roll back, mouthing gibberish,
Releasing gleefully with climatic relish.

Toothbrushes, ***** old socks,
This business truly *****,
Thought I had the best times with you,
But all I did was play the **** fool.

Over two hundred girls many moons ago,
Then over one hundred in the same vein,
While the politics of stupidity serenades their incompetence,
Beer parlour intellectualism fingers the minds of the many keyboard warriors.

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.

If goodly people were,
To turn to evil work,
Then nothing ought to stand,
In the way of evil lending to good.

Garri and groundnut issues,
Nonsensical palaver,
But what's the matter,
With eggheads pretending not to be coconut heads?

Herb for the brethren!
Nature provides their need,
You come with your scale and blade,
But authority never belonged to the wig.

Sun has set on charred remains,
Of an unfortunate fellow,
Happened upon the wrong place,
At the most importune time,

The birds tell one tale,
And the rats another,
But the mob wanted blood,
And ended another life needlessly.

But the rats still give a fuss,
Vermins in defiant show of force,
Too fat to lift a paw,
Did you manicure that claw?

Twenty-two and one ball,
Green spread, markings of white,
Netted uprights joined by a bar,
Dizzying delight of moments of brilliance.

Everyday the sun rises over dead bodies,
Infants, little children and the innocent,
Fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers and the sinners,
And when the sun sets, it closes, on a worthless lives.

Wait, when was she hardly a pillow's length?
As she lay asleep, curled up, now several feet longer,
Then I reflected on the miracles of this life,
And how awesome such moments can truly be.

In the little lies we tell,
To make the other see,
Those things we want,
In that special way;

The elaborate tales we share,
To create that picture,
Every other has fantasised ,
And daily longed for;

It is presenting a manifesto,
To captivate and engage,
Selling sand to Bedouins,
Or water to Atlanteans;

Sides of the same coin,
There is a prize to be had,
The means matter less,
The end, however, is worth every gimmick.

Chasing tattoos, dreadlocks and bling,
These ones don't know a thing!
They take life at the pull!
Of a trigger meant to protect all!

Dregs of the force, idiotic,
Drunken, high on narcotic,
Dressing inordinately, oozing,
Dreadfully unamusing,

They create a ****** mess,
Harbingers of sadness,
Candidates of the hottest parts of hell,
Deserving, one and all, the same horror they constantly sell.

I am son of this soil,
Planted in its richness,
No **** can choke my identity,
The minerals fuel my everlasting.

Yellow, hugging dark recesses,
Sold to impoverishment and lack,
Praying daily for nemesis,
Never willing to take the knife by the jack.

A teaspoon of doubt,
And a tablespoon of suspicion,
A generous amount of affection,
And a truckload of loyalty.

Nothing inspires here,
All there is, is fear,
Of hunger and penury,
Every evil more than legendary.

This  supernaturally occurring piece,
Of magically designed wonder on two feet,
Brings to me everything, and peace,
So, to drown in this love, is a welcome feat.

Tattered dreams inflicted my senses,
They robbed me of sweet sleep,
I lay awake, midnight, trembling,
Fearful of the shameful morning.

So, what if Jehovah is the one true God,
And we all are descended from Abraham, our father?
Genius comes to us naturally,
And the holocaust is not a figment of our collective imaginings.

He just rolled out a poorly prepared script,
ingFailed attempt at ignite hope in anyone,
Streaming his **** and bull story in perpetual darkness,
Simply wasted megabytes of cheerless nonsense.

Too many bright ones roam the streets in hungry frustration,
Locked out of opportunities to earn rich places in history,
This is the heartbreaking and mournful story,
Of rottenness and backwardness of a failing, contrived nation.

When I first met you years ago,
I had this strange, strange feeling,
I knew no what it meat at the time,
But I hated you for it, why?

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

And after all these years,
I still feel these things in my heart,
And when you looked at me with equal interest,
Everything exploded into a million lovely pieces.

Collusion, collusion!
Oh, what a situation!
In god's own nation!
****, what a misconception!

Fire burning cold,
Spirit turning on its own,
Can't see beyond what I'm told,
Oh, what calamity to be thrown.

For the glory of the team,
Stuck me leg at full steam,
That got me sent the heck off!
But mon dieu! that's some ****** stuff!

Good habits,
Are difficult to acquire,
Even more difficult are bad habits,
To retire.

Concocted tribal maligning,
Romancing the victim's mentality,
Handed down hatred, bigotry,
Caught, now, in their own dystopia.

No one will ever know,
How deeply the pain went,
It is a festering sore,
Never healing, ever open.

There is no one like my queen to me,
No matter how royal she may be,
With my love she becomes a goddess,
Basking everyday in heavenly goodness.

It is that little thing inside all of us,
That makes us want to deliver the biggest impact,
Whether taking a life or granting wishes,
That power to make that life changing decision.

Come closer, my love,
Swear, you came from above,
Nothing on earth can separate us,
Even in heaven, simply thus.

We want everything now, now!
Why go slow, slow?
The earth is on a sluggish revolutionary spin,
Takes twenty and four hours too long to make this happen;

We need to make this money sharp, sharp!
No time to take it small, small,
Cannot grow grey on the waiting queue,
Will do what must to get this green done.

The older woman smiled,
As I was seated at work,
"You remind me of my father,"
"Your receeding hair's beautiful."

Emperors of State cultivate hate on a scale,
Expect reverence from the victims of their wickedness,
Pitiable handouts unfit, even for illegitimate born,
Let alone the People of State;

Because something is better than nothing,
These young ones are forced to abdicate pride,
Stoop to get some scoop,
Or embrace perpetual indolence;

Thinking backward as though free,
Shackled by a sense of delayed satisfaction,
That somewhere beyond the end of the ocean curve,
Is some place where life never ends.

And reality punched me in the face,
As my eyes lost their innocence,
Several shapes clothed in naked lace,
Beckoning unto men, and without  preference.

Was pure, and came from a genuine place,
But this angel turned away her face,
So I gave my innocence to other devil,
And daily plead guilty to a heartbreak of evil.

Counting down contractions,
The little one moments away,
Barring all unnecessary preconditions,
This new bundle will bless us today.