Where art thine empathy,
In these times,
That tears hath diluted,
Endless gushing of blood?

Rivers of agony,
Drown empty stomachs,
Hopeless vision,
Blinded by frustration.

In times of difficulty,
Many reveal themselves,
The true nature is made known,
And put on display for all to see;

But in peace times,
You can make all talk,
Beat your chest at rivals,
Project an image of invincibility;

Then comes a damning curve,
Like the one a pandemic draws,
Showing weakness of inept proportions,
Struggling to make sense of it all;

You see a truly great nation,
Able to export good and evil,
Keeping its core untouched,
Turning tables at every turn;

If humanity makes it,
Albeit battered and bruised,
The ranking of nations will be revised,
To show, now, the true world power.

Mindless stumps of evil,
Blind to reason,
Delivering unearthly destruction,
Holy justice.

It's well within my handicap,
To try and outdo my peers,
Sometimes I receive nauseating jeers,
But most times I get a thundering clap;

I can't relate much,
Love is far from me,
Terrible at daring or lunch,
Or a warm evening by the sea;

They say I'm a savant,
An autistic with amazing gift,
Raised by my doting aunt,
She put in everything, and an extra shift.

By the time,
This lockdown is over,
There'd have been a tectonic shift,
In the balance of World Power!

What! Where? When?!
You don't mean it!
Are you for real?
Can it be true?

The ball kicks the leg,
The cart draws the horse,
The sleigh pulls the dogs,
The chicken...laid by the egg?

Angry man storms about,
Throws tantrums all around,
Access was continuously denied,
To the sweetest thing after warm chocolate.

Our biases have brought us nothing,
But everything we shouldn't be,
Restricted by the things that ought not,
Trapped in the hypocrisy we call reality.

An untimely occasion presents,
Here given an unprecedented opportunity,
To reshape the entire community,
To stop everything, and begin afresh.

In the times of forced confinement,
There's only one requirement,
Those four walls, or more,
Protect your from what's beyond the door;

So, all you need do,
Is not be daily blue,
But turn your heart,
And give it a fresh start.

What if humans were sexless,
And had ******* only with the mind?
Then attraction would be perception,
Based solely on antennae selection.

And off he goes,
Leaving behind their tales of woe,
Forgetting life throws,
The ultimate, final, decisive blow.

Dear vulnerable People of State,
I come with pieces,
Of my broken heart on a wooden plate,
But for how long, these wicked policies?

Now we know, yes,
Reasons they gave, no?
Left their mess,
A lot of it, they let flow;

Hiding behind all sorts,
The people languish in lockdown,
Emboldened by haughty retorts,
They leave the vulnerable roam about town;

While they grow in ****** riches,
Their falsehood follows beyond reaches,
As tears wash over several cities,
They keep up their brazen stone faces

Bound by mind,
Bound by thought,
Bound by vision,
Bound by lack;

So I sell my sovereignty,
And give away all my rights,
Turn in my opportunities,
And auction all my needs;

At every campaign rally,
I am here, sweaty,
And they are there, jolly,
Same cyclical untruths;

But do I care?
I am in love with them,
My tormentors-in-chief,
Enslaved to serve.

Through many images they came to worship,
Paying obeisance to his lordship,
Although many are the doors,
There is but one entrance.

Floating on the breeze of love,
Warm currents from above,
Nothing can weigh me down,
Or shoot my feelings with a frown.

Call her by her words,
Thorns that pricked my confidence,
Every collection of letters uttered,
Scraped anything that made me somebody.

For this could be the last,
Time, I hold you, mother,
So, let none put asunder,
This love, in blood cast.

Some things don't just add up,
So, the little guy is on top,
The Nigerian beast laid flat,
Smelled a fist, right from the start.

A most horrible defilement,
Forced entry into government,
Taking away resources with pleasure,
Ruining forever, a priceless treasure.

Don't expect any from the living,
The dead only accept their fate,
In the realm of the quick,
Only wanting more cures their craving.

How is it possible,
For you, my love,
To find in me worthiness,
Something trustworthy of your affections?

By the time,
This lockdown is over,
Saving for the rainy day,
For Nigerians, a debatable matter?

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

At the centre of it all,
Is a red, festering offal,
Without bothering to ask,
***** hands take on this task.

Panic creeps upon the world,
President's; their wives, footballers and Prime Ministers,
Large social areas have been walled,
Race is on to produce oceans of hand sanitisers.

Nothing works here,
Nothing has, maybe never,
Everything is for a price,
Some things require even more;

When men of the creeks,
Suddenly said goodbye to peace,
And embraced every evil form,
Planting fear into one and all;

All sorts of carrots materialised,
Thick ones, juicy ones, even the strange,
A taste for the better things,
Bigger headache for the authorities;

Who will chain the monster,
On the loose, terrifying all,
Insatiable taste for carrots,
Always wanting more and more?

After forty years local,
A man journeys abroad,
For one week total,
And his horizon becomes a shapely broad.

When the mind is in frequency with interest,
All thoughts of hunger and thirst remain suspended,
For a brief moment or for a lifetime,
Nothing matters outside what is inside.

Hello...,
Dreadful or uplifting,
First few words...,
Effects, very much long-lasting.

This land flows with blood and tears,
For a hundred years,
Vampires and Gremlins,
Have made love to werewolves and cretins.

If we actually did stand,
Every time we felt like taking a seat,
We would have saved time otherwise,
Spent on benevolent knees.

Shameless lectern robbers,
Pulpit thieves!
They have no qualms,
Duping the simple of GOD;

In a time of fear and great confusion,
They devise means of wanton avarice,
Taking from the poor and needy,
Unto themselves, ****** gluttons!

Corona, here's an assignment for you,
Pay them a quick visit,
Yes, the ones that see it all,
Now, let's see, if they SEE you coming!

Running my tongue over grime,
Unpleasant coarseness meets the senses,
Wall to wall discomfort,
Nothing prepares for a very stinky affair.

By the time,
This lockdown is over,
Many relationships,
Would have been put asunder.

When life throws me bricks,
And cannot, I, turn any tricks,
I stack a pile out of the lot,
And make me a nice looking plot.

A Master of many things,
And Jack of most,
A handyman's man,
And envy of all;

By the time,
I was old enough,
Our laundry days were classes,
He taught the lesson of independence.

So, let it be known,
That I lived in the times of heroes,
In both sides of the universe,
Whether it be DC or Marvel;

Yes, we need heroes,
Now, more than ever,
In these times of bloodshed and hate,
And diseases of unknown origins;

This is callibg out to you,
Wherever you may be,
Earth needs her avengers,
Heed our prayers, save our souls.

Commonsense,
Over,
Vain,
Idiosyncrasies.

Fire arose from his eyes,
And every sinew quaked and trembled,
Each strike thundered and rumbled,
Forcing the breaking of many ties;

She had no idea, no, not one,
Love had found her at last,
Only to leave her this fast,
A few moons and they were done.

There's nothing more magical,
Or absolutely heartwarming,
Than that dreamy chuckling,
That's beyond beautiful, simply angelical.

Let's take some time to reflect on the ones we have lost in the outgone year(s),
For we'll never see them, again,
To morn them, deeply and without refrain,
For this much we owe them, and rivers of flowing tears;

But, then again, life is a turning wheel,
That continuously, must, keep on moving,
However we may presently feel,
The hustle, must indeed, keep on going;

And as we take on another 365,
Men, take a closer look at yourselves,
Everything depends on you being alive,
So, pick up your health cards from those dusty shelves;

Make it a duty to oil your hinges, men,
Run, cycle, and liven up your waists,
Drink water, eat healthy, but not past ten,
Once in while, lift 'em solid weights;

So, when all is said and done,
Brother, you've one life to live,
Don't wear out your bone,
Ev'r before it's your time to leave.

A lesson in tragedy, to understand comedy,
A lesson in calamity, to understand tranquility,
A lesson in hunger, to appreciate bumper,
A lesson from fire, to appreciate water.

Beyond imagination,
That my thunder,
Cannot light you up,
Even move you, just a fraction.

Bless me with your aroma,
Capture my senses with your magic,
Wrap me in your divine allure,
Lock me up in eternal damnation.

Immediately, gradually,
Quickly, slowly,
Temporarily, permanently,
Technically, simply.

Wounded by life's knocks,
She built a wall around her heart,
To guard against disappointing shocks,
Yes, that was a good start;

Until he came with a smile,
Some kind of magical style,
And pictures of walking down the isle,
Vowing, never to leave her, in a messy pile.

Some lines were never crossed,
Like staying out ridiculously late,
Or going out on a flimsy date,
These two were clearly stressed;

And they shaped the future,
Becoming a recluse of sorts,
By the widow, acknowledging social reports,
At forty, contemplating a life tour.

I just felt a bit nostalgic,
At the office I perceived an aroma,
Tasted like my Mother's fried stew,
For several minutes goosebumps:

Now momma had been gone,
Left this world over four years,
But really feels like now,
As though she left a moment ago;

Safe to say it's still fresh,
So hard to completely remove,
Every single memory,
Scrub every bit of thought;

I take it daily as it comes,
Reminded that time may heal all,
And hey! Say hi to Dad, Mom,
I know both y'all missing me, too.

Glory to the most high!
For our mist is gone!
Once, we had fogged up sky!
But now a crystal tone!

Many thanks to lockdown,
Who knew... who knew...,
Took a ride downtown,
'Twas as good as new;

The earth breathes again,
Celestial messages coming through,
Unhindered by polluted refrain,
Everywhere the skies are blue, true;

Sadly, man won't continue this way,
For as soon as this enemy is defeated,
Renewed rat race takes over the day,
And the dark night continues unlimited.