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!

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

I looked forward with great expectation,
In anticipation I dreamt,
For months I put shoulder to the wheel,
My heart ached long;

At last, it's here, can feel it all around,
The season of love,
The season of sharing,
Surrounded by fluffy whites;

But alas! A big blow,
Oh, what a way to shatter,
A memorable affair,
Together, with the one and only;

This silent killer,
Life taker,
Dream murderer,
Virus from the pit of hell;

Forced to stay indoors,
Away from love or friendship,
Conversing with the inanimate,
Same routine day and night;

Video calls only go that far,
They don't show beyond the edges,
How do I know, for real,
That you, also, are there alone?

Come away, Coronavirus!
Leave, now, so I can be,
With the one that I love,
Hurry, be on your way!

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

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

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

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.

All smiles as she sways toward him,
Asks if he knows the gym,
The one his wife frequented,
Same one the trainer befriended.

Perhaps the people are incapable,
Of producing anything good,
They'd do anything for food,
Even everything stinkingly improbable;

For how can one explain,
The corruption at the tower,
How the prominent, with disdain,
Treat the commoners they rode to power?

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

Commonsense,
Over,
Vain,
Idiosyncrasies.

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

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?

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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?

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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?

****! 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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

Really? Without finances?
Who told you?
Even with all the finances,
Much hatred comes through.

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.

I was born in a leap year,
I mean, that's not a bad thing,
Could have been worse, my dear,
Like a venomous wasp sting;

But as I've come into being,
February twenty-nines marked fear,
Come to expect some terrible happening,
Something to scratch the world's ear;

The calamities following leap years,
Are far more bizarre, horribly so,
For there's a multiplying of tears,
Reaping four times the evils we sow;

I lost my dear father in a leap year,
Failed high school and had to repeat,
My own mentor drowned my hopes beyond repair,
And my beloved girlfriend broke my heart in a beat;

Suddenly, from the far East,
And spreading through the West,
Rises a deadly and unseen beast,
Eating up the elderly and infecting the rest;

It's a few months in,
Tragedies recorded are alarming,
The future is amply frightening,
Yet 'tis mere introduction to horrors we have seen.

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.

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.

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