The days we had nothing,
We went to bed smiling,
Never did you make me feel unwanted,
Thanks, mummy, heaven's most blessed.

Beloved, be ye not fooled,
By modern day niceties,
For all of Babylon's stupendous cities,
Were built on innocent blood and bones.

Love is a strong thing,
Mothers labour for it,
Men take the heat,
It defines the human...being.

And where was your love,
When the entire world turned?
But you claimed ours was eternal,
Yet left me to be burned?

Bedecked from head to foot,
Hungry looking tools of intimidation,
Unlettered in the doctrine of humanity,
Serving the whims of the wicked;

A show of farce,
Ridiculous aggression against the oppressed,
They conveniently look away from primary responsibility,
Only to brutalise the common demand for overall betterment.

Emotions bubbled from deep within,
Several rings had gone unanswered,
Last night we had an encounter,
And tempers flared with oblique profundity;

Is this what I think,
All we had going,
In one grey night,
Lost, and never to be had?

Weaned on bullets,
Suckled on blood,
AK47's are loving pets,
And snuffing lives is nothing odd.

Shameless outpouring,
Of crocodile mourning,
Two faced human beings,
Putting out shameless things.

What's the intent behind it,
Rushing off to set questions after eight moons?
But who's the devil here,
You or your paymasters?

This cycle of wickedness must stop,
Downing tools in protest of measely wages,
Extracting promissory notes after rolling weeks,
Only to subject frustrated young minds to ad-hoc examination?

The claim of sitting on ashes,
For days on end,
In favour of a more beautiful system,
May just be undone by this callous act;

If truly you desire a future workforce,
Better than the generations before,
Then act like you truly care,
Allow time to re-engage;

Cultivate their fallow minds,
Back to productive ways,
After all, what glory is there,
In being successful with mass failures?

Who we are inside,
That inner person,
Those things done without reason,
Evils, desperately, we want to hide.

I have frolicked among the ashes,
And I have kissed the bottom of disgust,
Poverty has adorned my back,
And wretchedness become my close companion;

Deserted by goodwill,
I am destitute,
In the ruins of failure,
Fate has left me no joy;

The sun rises upon my defeat,
And sets on my immense sorrow,
Daily I wallow in agony,
Drown I, in cheerless wantonness;

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

I am not afraid,
To be honest with you,
My love for you is true,
Sharper, it is, than a two-edged blade.

They steal us blind,
Embezzle livelihoods of generations unborn,
No different from European barbarians,
Who today pass off as modern grammarians.

So you ****** your way,
All through to the top,
But you could have knelt to pray,
And never suffered a decent drop.

Gently rock, to and fro,
Deep, kissing the insides,
**** in sharply, freeze the rides,
Clean up, your sweaty brow.

Movement beneath the sheets,
Giggles, then ***** oohs and aahs!
Grunts pushing powerful thrusts,
A moment...before the crashing ******.

I had kept my wits about me,
By penning everything I saw,
Now I am deserted at the shore,
Between sanity and the shallow, grey sea.

And just like that!
A single cowardly shot!
Life given no chance to start,
Another ****** from the lot;

As though, it appears,
Former colonies of Her Royal Majesty,
Have become mindless rippers,
Tearing souls with reckless travesty;

Here the Coronavirus has killed less,
And brutality snuffed out more,
It's all a shameful mess,
Security agencies in ****** galore;

The vestiges of colonisation,
Suppression and marginalisation,
Brutality, segregation and classification,
Kleptomania, nepotism and crass corruption.

Take me a pinch at a time,
Baby, please don't rush,
Feel every grain, every edge,
Tasty, yes, keeps you coming for more.

And reality punched me in the face,
As my eyes lost their innocence,
Several shapes clothed in naked lace,
Beckoning to men, and without  preference.

Drop your wings,
I need you here,
Heaven may care,
But I have our rings.

A good heart,
But in the wrong place,
That beautiful face,
But how did this start?

The eyes drink,
Even before we think,
Then we go on and cheat,
Because we are caught in a bogus cleat.

This strain is wicked,
And has a mean carrier,
She evaded the barrier,
And showed our weak head.

Off with your emotions!
I found a willing love,
Contrary to your machinations,
I have been blessed from above.

Out of dark holes they come,
Half breeds with little minds,
Cavernous, monstrous kinds,
Shuffling around for meaty some.

Better it is today,
My life to lay,
For a course worthy,
Than a cowardly history.

I believe in forever,
A moment is too short,
No, I will not port,
It's better, much better, together.

Under the knife he went,
And came up decades younger,
Now he need not fright,
Fearing nothing in plain sight;

She went in with meaty love handles,
And out came a sumptuous hourglass,
So, on with the two-piece bikini,
By the poolside sipping cold tea;

Before, tens and dozens,
Mowed down by jihadist fundamentalists,
Today, tens of thousands are unaccounted for,
Their lot, with this terrible dictator;

For me, humble beginnings,
From eating with wooden spatulas,
To dining with exquisite utensils,
Designed and printed in three-dee plastic.

Bear with me, my sweetness,
My heart is tied to another,
There just cannot be another,
Farewell, but forgive me this mess.

The wilderness beckons,
I go to be  tempted by demons,
Your love will keep me,
As I journey across the desert and sea.

Trapped within invisible walls,
For two lunar years,
Toiling, daily, in tears,
Listening to annoying *****;

When the sun smiled today,
A new cycle had begun,
The dawn of a new turn,
Time, now, to make some hay.

Who killed him?
The Professor?
Or the rope's pressure?

Constantly you set me tests,
And everytime I ask, why?
Tongue in cheek,
You keep me in the dark;

You reach out into my past,
To ignite dead flames,
To stoke old affections,
And dig up buried affairs;

This box of trouble,
Pray I, you can handle,
These entities are powerful,
Relentless, they stop at nothing;

Once upon a season,
I made a wrong turn,
It is the same road,
And the portends have not changed.

Pray thee, never be incarcerated,
In any of the dank, smelly holes in that country,
And may the angels watch over you,
If misfortune were to befall your unlucky cadaver.

It's a done deal,
Here's the king's seal,
And when the bells peal,
No worries about the next meal.

Woman of mine,
Tastes like cherry-chocolate wine,
Omoyele, that'e her name,
Or Tolulope, 'tis all the same.

The downtrodden have awakened,
They fear only that they awoke too late,
They have fixed a revolutionary date,
The day their oppressor's noose must be slackened.

The afternoon is still,
And like cold steel,
Only works when applied,
That I love you, I have not lied.

The rains sing beautifully,
On the morning of HIS resurrection,
'Tis proper to feel happy and jolly,
In hope of coming perfection.

Aye, you take away,
My livelihood with a wicked smirk,
Know ye, today,
The heaven multiply your sorrow's birk.

It's a done deal,
Here's the King's seal,
And when the bell's peal,
No worries about the next meal.

Bless me with your vengeance,
Curse me with your love,
I seek no repentance,
From hell, or from heaven above.

The tears that rolled,
Down my face,
Gathered hot pace,
Because, my love, had been sold.

In times of harvest,
Or long periods of arid rest,
Each to its season,
To be engaged, and with plenty of reason.

Unchained consciousness,
Freeing my thought processes,
Walking the path,
Avoiding His wrath.

The light caught your eye,
And kept me mesmerised,
Your melody floated by,
And left me hypnotised.

She’s not beautiful,
But can take your breath away,
Her smile may not be that wonderful,
But she’ll have your heart any day.

To deny myself, pleasures;
That still, small voice,
Instructing I thirst in seven measures,
That I take ashes, as weapon of choice

We need each other,
To grow old, smiling, together,
Better halves of one another,
To hold, to love, and to cherish, forever.