Uncalculated, dipping a pinky into a pool,
Calculated, jumping off a skyscraper,
Like a game of high stakes poker,
You deal...or are dealt with.

"It's not the original,"
"And that is final!"
"You...are you sure?"
"Yes, that's not pure!"

Excellent responses in deflection,
To items in post reflection,
Those things they want to wish away,
They tag and dismiss in a horrible way.

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.

Hunters of vulnerable daughters of Eve,
Preying on weakened virtues,
Randy pedagogues  in the temple of callousness,
Eating forbidden fruits, whether ripe or unripe;

But this shameful act,
Has come at a great cost,
One scape man is now in fetters,
Ruminating over matters of his itchy crotch.

Not by the appearance of my demeanor,
Nor by the shell that adorns my breathing carcass,
Do so by the outcome of my thought processes,
And by the affirmation of my clear prophecies.

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

A welcoming warmth during cold,
A place where love w'll hold,
A cool bide in the day's heat,
A beautiful place for refreshing retreat.

Children of state in a state of statelessness,
Born into a state of abandonment,
Refused a taste of the state's tastefulness,
Locked in state, the children await their freedom's statement.

To many, and a few,
This is not new,
Old as anyone can remember,
Cycling from January through December;

Obtaining by false pretence,
Others later coined a preference,
Yahoo! Yahoo!
Yahoo! Plus! with added voodoo;

And from Cairo to Capetown,
Or Freeport through Freetown,
Victims have been left devastated,
Even the smartest outwitted;

Advance fee fraud,
I've got gold in the cloud,
You should be investing?
So, where should I be paying?

An enemy,
Undiscovered,
A shadow in the wings,
Waiting to know you.

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.

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

War! War!! War!!!
All around me sin a-blazing,
I run in every direction unseeing,
Looking for that door;

High on a moral ground,
Celebated from corruption,
Hermitted from seduction,
Sprituality all over me wound;

Then came the guns,
Bullets of lustful persuasion,
Sporadic shots of infatuation,
Leads of immorality weighing several tons;

Help me! Please, help me!
My soul cries out for a place,
Where I can see God's face,
Away from this drowning sea.

Thrown into wailing and sorrow,
Day suddenly turns dark,
Many a heart broken,
And many more shattered;

Father against his daughter,
Mother despises her son,
Uncle fights his nephew,
Aunt derides her niece;

Neighbourhoods at war,
Communities at daggers drawn,
Hamlets in peril,
Towns go up in flames;

The light has burned out,
The future is quenched,
Many felled by bullets,
Others hacked to pieces;

The make the headlines,
Blood spilled unnecessarily,
They leave loved ones behind,
And a country unwilling to change.

For our love,
The sun, moon and stars,
Will rise, set and shine,
In the west, east and the day.

Worldly riches are useless in heaven,
Without yeast bread is unleavened,
Children of Mammon are ungoverned,
Caught between the sixth and seven.

How easy for men,
To fall prey to the guiles of women,
Abandoning proper critical processes,
To simply thinking with their phalluses.

****! Pick your plate clean!,
Many hungry mouths in Sudan,
A messy plate isn't a status symbol,
Remember the empty stomachs in Venezuela.

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

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

Yes, giving up everything?
No, giving up nothing?
Held back by threads of uncertainty,
But propelled by raging dislike for mediocrity.

Shoot me with  affection,
Drown me with devotion,
Strangle me with desperation,
Poison me with dark, dark perspiration.

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

Back breaking labour,
Rheumatic pay at the most,
Then cold morsels to break evening fast,
Life of the People of State.

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

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!

Chew, chew, chew, bloooooooooow,
Filled with nothing, but air,
You should know, life's not fair,
There are pins that make things go pow!

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

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

After the ashes,
And all went quiet,
Reality opened new doors,
To emotions never buried.

In the mind of the average,
That corner set much farther,
The deepest recesses,
Set way from the sun;

Patterns of thought,
Configured as fragments,
Not one aligning,
But freely standing;

Malformed decisions,
Incomplete opinions,
Inarticulate perceptions,
Discordant associations;

The children of State,
Rudderless, mindless,
Blown about and around,
Unprepared, unfortunate.

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.

Tarry, oh young love,
For thine heart, I see pure,
But make haste, for time abideth not,
The grave is a cold, lonely place.

Coconut,
Heads,
In,
Power.

They greeted the millennium with renewed hope,
Welcomed the new era with more expectation,
Military jackboots had been put to the rope,
Civilian turncoats can now tend the plantation ;

So every four years they mount the soapbox,
Preaching prosperity in the clouds,
Telling the People to give away their sovereignty,
Over cheap promises of beds of roses.

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

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?

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.

To make anything right,
When everything is all wrong,
The more things seem different,
Each time, they are just what they used to be.

If only men went for,
What's between the ears,
And not,
What's between the thighs;

Perhaps the world,
Would be less complicated,
But again, what's life,
If not what kills a man.

To the party,
To development,
To common sense,
To everything else;

Coronavirus COVID-19,
Has stripped them,
Down to their inefficiencies,
Revealed! All lack basic competencies;

The people of state bear the brunt,
Of coconut heads acting like eggheads,
Led by an ancient of days,
Too old for many modern ways.

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.

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.

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

Their diversionary stratagem,
Here you see, there you don't,
Dressing up the tree stem,
To hide decayed root and dying foliage.

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

Never before has shame borne a new meaning,
The eyes failing to convince vision,
Seeing now is disbelief,
For all they are, and will be, is a terrible lie;

Right from the tarmac of the airport,
Greeted by stink and algae, rot and disrepair,
Gun toting men in military fatigues,
And a jumble of rickety trolleys;

Across dirt strewn medians,
Road blocks mounted by zoned out operatives,
Dusty highways dotted with gaping holes,
And terrible bypasses hewn into tired looking rocks;

Struggle across makeshift bridges,
Old railway tracks, abandoned,
Dark bends and dangerous loose surfaces,
Overgrown shrubs, perfect hideout for highway rogues;

The joy on our faces,
Whenever we arrive safe,
Glad to be off the hot, stinky deathtraps,
Of the north-south-east roadways.

Excitement at a level,
Pulsing, pulsing...pulsing,
Unable to hold it in,
Bursting, bursting...bursting.

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!

The skies fly into a thundering rage,
Flashing angry sparks from cape to coast,
The earth had turned a new page,
As green lands enjoy the yearly roast.