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.

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

Offer me,
Something new,
A thing  beyond,
The boring ordinary.

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.

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

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

In the darkness there's a weakness,
Terrifying shadows that feed on fear,
But in the light, it is very clear,
That with brightness comes immense greatness.

Wondered if I'd have stayed hidden,
Kept everything behind sealed lips,
Because this fruit's forbidden,
And such act has burned many ships.

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

The problem created by problem makers,
Who call themselves, ridiculously, government,
Is push absurdity down the throat of the people,
And expect anything better than stupidity;

These people create burdens,
Designed only for the vulnerable,
Fetter the impoverished with difficulties,
And pass the blame to others than them;

Laughable, the least,
Ignominious, the most,
Ridiculous, in between,
Mendacious, all around;

Other nations do it,
So, why can't we?
But are you a country?
Please, inform my ignorance;

So, when they place the sleigh before the dogs,
And expect movement is any positive direction,
It only shows the extent of their disillusionment,
The sincerity of the toilet, really.

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

Everything has become nothing,
They thought he stood for something,
Now the masquerade is unclad,
And truly, he is quite mad;

Everything is backward,
One peaceful backyard,
Has become a battleground,
Fallen consciences all around;

Everything will come undone,
To this motherland we were born,
And a few will make it theirs?
Heavens forbid! It will end in tears!

Nothing enjoys the everlasting,
For one day all comes to finality,
Ask the indestructible Kraken,
The day it set eyes upon the Medusa's head.

It wouldn't get to me,
Whatever they said or did,
All were in a bid,
To break my smile.

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 man

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

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.

The heart of a woman,
Is a yearning seed,
Seeking fertile ground,
Any other is a lifetime of regrets.

For my dearest little one,
All the wonders the eyes can read,
All the magic the tongue can taste,
Now, is there anything better?

If today I can't get it,
Or stop by Olympus to grab som'n to eat,
It's just a matter of chance,
And time will create a perfect balance.

Our love will not fit,
Into your closed boxes,
The laws of gravity,
Can't hold us apart.

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

On my way to love,
Heartbreak caught me,
Off guard, and hopeless,
No help, even from above.

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.

Thin lines are fallen,
Along the edges of confrontation,
Oh, why, this nation,
Why art thee so full of downtrodden?

This canvass, black on the inside,
Dripping with blood, all over the frontside,
Unseen hands, or so we see,
Stroking the brushes of doom.

Sunshine filtered through the crack,
And with it a waft of warmbreeze,
I struggled out of the deep freeze,
Only to see everything still in uninspiring black.

Suffering is the better part of enjoyment,
For them half a loaf is the best thing ever,
They would diefy their oppressors,
And vilify those with merciful intentions.

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.

I'll dress in my sweet tailored tux,
Top hat, walking stick, and all
Smell better than the loveliest bloom on earth,
And have the best time, all by myself.

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

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

Sometimes the unknown delivers,
What the known cannot,
Many times the known disappoints,
Where the unknown comes through.

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;

To end...or not to end it all,
What other route is there?
This is too much to bear,
Peace, maybe, beyond the wall.

Block to block, to block,
The greens have no luck,
You can get limestone for a buck,
Or ****** grey outcroppings that actually ****!

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.

If only you knew,
Old romance is sweeter,
Than what modernity blew,
In, to leave many worn and bitter.

Crushed, you left me aground,
You took all, even my soul,
Now you have created a ghoul,
Something hateful this time 'round.

Precious jewels like you are rare,
In deed, and in every kind way,
You have secured my spirit,
A happy place of unmerited sweetness.

Mom had barely shut her eye,
Than Sam howled up a storm,
What! But he just ****** me dry!
Oh, slumber, when will I get some?

They cast the die,
It was no lie,
Left me on the lowest high,
Plucked from the damnedest sky.

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.

Charity ended there,
All they are, an will be,
Stashed in foreign lands,
The very, very clever fools.

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.

For some reasons,
Only known to them,
He would amount to nothing,
The lines wouldn't fall in pleasant places;

But the universe thought different,
The stars aligned perfectly,
And fortune smiled on him,
Then he shone,  brighter, than a billion diamonds.

Anytime I pick myself up,
To make something for the girls,
Consciously, I make myself stop,
Thinking like a ******* slave.

It's all comers thriving port,
Where receives all questionable sort,
The white Jesus, blond, blue eyed,
And the point where freedom died;

First came an American man with suspicious payload,
But caught by the eagle eye of an Amazon bold,
Whereas Adadevoh gave her life, to save hundreds of millions,
Ebola disease had no qualms

Just as we thought this too shall pass,
An Italian man skips our terrible defenses,
Who knows how far he had transmitted,
The deadly Wuhan China Corona Virus;

Codenamed COVID19,
The potential annihilator has arrived,
Coconut heads responsible for early detection,
Obviously busy enjoying some unwarranted vacation;

And as the many have taken to prayers,
To ward off evil from their areas,
The charge is to ruling class,
To not confirm theirs is the true natured ***.

And I have realised a man,
Truly can never,
Be free of his umbilical,
Eternally bound to his mother;

And when he takes a wife,
The vows become another bond,
Too strong, even to contemplate,
Breaking asunder at a whim

And between both women,
A delicate imbalance,
Where it to materialise,
Portends misfortune for the unfortunate;

Thus here I am,
Strongly contemplating,
Whither to be this way,
Or that, and it tears me apart;