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

Be good to get into heaven,
Forgive, everyone, seven times seven,
Turn the other cheek to your accuser,
Flee, quickly, from your lustful seducer.

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.

My heart was perfectly stolen,
Until you showed up,
You relooted my senses,
And held me hopelessly in love.

Everything well laid,
A bit here and some there,
A wide section, narrowed,
For the mind to see.

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.

Charly, Romeo, Alpha, Sierra, Hotel!
A wakeful night,
****! What the hell!
Almost took 'em all on a flight!

Shall we then leave behind,
The sins that brought us here,
For innocent hands to inherit,
And further a blood existence?

Cloaked in the guise of integrity,
This devil gives no ****,
Blood and sorrow are his philosophy,
And behind that toothy grin, a sinister plan;

Greet all with an indifferent silence,
Never utter what cannot be referenced,
Keep all prying eyes behind the fence,
And curious cats be early silenced;

They pooled the sheet over their senses,
Sold the idea mainly on mendacity
Not many saw through their pretenses,
And foretold of an untold atrocity.

You and me,
Separated by love,
We can not get around it,
So, we wonder, from afar.

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

Set to default mode,
An unconscious impulse,
To reach for the mobile,
Whenever, and every time.

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

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

The earth is a prison,
No place to go,
Other than to the grave,
Down, down, down below.

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.

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.

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

Commonsense,
Over,
Vain,
Idiosyncrasies.

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

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

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.

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?

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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

SOMETHIN' GOTTA GIVE!
WE OR THEM,
ONE MUST DIE FOR THE OTHER TO LIVE!
**** THE SYSTEM.

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.

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

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

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?

Give love to family,
And cheer those that aren't,
Make merry all, together, happily,
Offer peace to them that can't.

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

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.

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

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.

But first, let's dance,
Happy this is all over,
Given another chance,
To sort out life's matter;

But haven't we endured,
Enough, to let hair down?
For weeks we've been bored,
It's time to hit the town!

I welcome failure,
Like I bid a departure,
It's always not intriguing,
Until success comes begging.

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.

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

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.