For our love,
The sun, moon and stars,
Will rise, set and shine,
In the west, east and the day.

When the bird sang sweet tunes,
And the trees sweeter fruits,
Alas! tormentors now glory in their loots,
And The People of State lay die upon hot sand dunes.

A crowd of hypocrites,
Sitting behind hard or soft keyboards,
Came down ******* the superstar,
They threw all sorts of damaging words;

The state brought it's full weight,
Went in for the guilty verdict,
Made a show of the proceeding,
Slapped a fine and community service;

But another went afoul the same law,
Breached protocols meant to save lives,
Disregarded all safety rules,
Even flouted a presidential directive;

They simply turned a blind eye,
Choosing to prosecute a fry,
And letting off the lion and his pride,
Helped on by the folly of flippant masses.

Let the people declare the end of times,
But haven't you had enough?
When will you turn to face the oppressor?
Even with your backs against the wall;

Reality crept upon the wicked,
The ones that gloried in foolishness,
They hid the commonwealth for themselves,
Yet see how useless their hoard has become;

As the crown of thorns rips through them,
Man, woman, old and young,
They struggle, now, like their oppressed many,
In fear of dying, the cowardly false gods;

But the people are silent,
Cowed by years of servitude,
Everyone afraid of something,
Keyboard warriors in solitude;

This chance to press reset,
Take back your stolen destiny,
You see their weakened resolved,
Now, is the time, to rise as one!

Uncalculated, dipping a pinky into a pool,
Calculated, jumping off a skyscraper,
Like a game of high stakes poker,
You deal...or are dealt with.

At every turn of this hard life,
Just before I round the difficult bend,
I look back at past strife,
And forward to the journey's end.

The dusty road to work,
Rough, dusty and hazy,
Hustlers chase their luck,
No greens for the lazy

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?

Loneliness has become unattractive,
Because your laughter lightens my heart,
I think I should start,
To stop being a loveless captive.

As she turned a year older,
And I thought the time was perfect,
Those four words left my mouth,
Never spake 'em before, and ne'er again.

That evening,
We sat long together,
I did not say a thing,
And it cost us our forever.

You say you love me,
But your heart is miles away,
You promised to stay,
But never left the open sea.

Can't wait to be born,
Can't wait to crawl,
Can't wait to brawl,
Can't wait to return.

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!

The wilderness beckons,
As I journey to be tempted,
By the curves of endless delightes,
Yet, only your love, keeps me grounded.

I sought an angel,
And found a star,
Oh, she had fallen,
Out of the sky for me.

Umbrellas to hook,
The skies are crisp and blue,
Oh, what brilliant hue,
Out in the air, or laying by the brook.

Fear befriends me,
Wraps me in blind embrace,
In the stillness of space,
Harmony is all I see.

When I came to,
Awakening to lost love,
I felt my heart wrong,
And knew I will never be strong.

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

Not on a platter, no; even of gold,
This black box I yearned from days old,
Though rotten dead, and frigid cold,
Power, will come, yes! from where it is sold.

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

Online, everywhere,
But with great convenience,
And accessibility anywhere,
Comes with even greater vulnerability.

He refused to shine,
Then we looked to the east,
But found broken rays,
Alas, these are sorrowful days.

Puffy and red from boredom,
Visual aches from endless rotation,
Politics in Nigeria is base,
This way or that, a hopeless case.

Everyone's created equal,
The law is no respecter of anyone,
Build that bridge, tear down that wall!
You're entitled to anything you've won.

Knowing that people expect,
You to fail should but only,
Spur you to earn pleasing respect,
And shock then into eternal shame, truly.

What a man and a woman do,
What a man and a woman see,
What a man and a woman feel,
What a man and a woman say,
What a man and a woman know,
What a man and a woman hear,
What a man and a woman sing,
What is between a man and a woman,
Can only be understood,
By the man and his woman.

From this ***** hath thine come,
And with mine hearth wouldst I cherish every moment with you,
My sinews and better years will nourish and nurture your needs,
And colour your days with brilliant sunshine and magical blue skies.

Here I am, still a nobody,
Untill I found somebody,
She allowed me on her body,
And makes me the envy of everybody.

The days are black and all is in disarray,
The people of state are rudderless,
The children of state are lost,
The will of all is faint;

Uninspired by generations of cretins,
Unbelief spreads like cancer,
Uncircumcised vagabonds ravage the innocent,
Undesire serves all a dish of prolonged suffering.

Roughened, haggard by circumstance,
Sleeps under the elements,
Struggles with the cold dance,
Praying, nightly, for warmer moments.

A million idiots,
Are more powerful,
Than a billion eggheads,
That slept on their senses.

On either side of backward mountain,
Lay two valleys impeding any kind of success,
On this side the people of state are too hungry and angry,
The oppressors of state are gluttons, too satisfied to lift a finger on the other side.

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

It's a race, but what kind?
A selfish one, no?
An economic one, yes?
But why bother?

Because playing out,
Hidden in plain sight,
Or the other way around,
Is corporate pharma warfare;

A renowned template,
For catalysing new prosperity,
Jumpstarting comatose economies,
For the advancement of works greed;

So, here we are,
The bear and the lion,
Their cubs enabling their egos,
Other animals their lab rats.

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

In cold blood,
The gourd is broken,
In crimson flood,
It lay crooked and ashen.

All around and about me,
The rat race for breakfast or dinner,
For as far as the eyes can see,
Our chances for robust peace grows thinner.

Always a pleasant experience,
Snuggled up in your field,
Embraced by your magical build,
Free of all, everything, and guilty conscience.

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

When confronted by a shift,
Even a slight ruffling,
The core explodes within,
Letting out an unsettling drift.

Alien to me, is this falsity,
Always in difficult straits,
My mind oscillates between states,
Of rotten conscience and loyalty.

Closer to my heart,
Than my seventh rib,
Where should I start,
Talking about our love, right from the crib?

Women.
Women.
Eve.
Delilah.

Menopause.
*******.
Tyson. Weinstein.
Cosby. Ronaldo.

Whence had it come,
That filthy breath of ***,
Cast away this rottenness,
Eating away our wholesomeness.

The credibility of the toilet,
Is to be full of **** and ****,
Take both in copious amounts,
And give nothing back, save relief;

Something many of them,
Will never amount to,
All they can ever offer, anyone,
Is a plateful of sorrow and tears.

In life such desires are made manifest,
Upon ones creativity one invests,
Upon ones intelligence one banks,
Upon ones wisdom is assurance placed;

Do you believe in yourself,
Enough to pull through?
Too you believe in the totality,
Of succeeding without someone somewhere?

Man in all his mortality,
Voices out authority and superiority,
Saying, "come unto me, wealth seekers,"
"And I will make you rich,"

But take time to think through,
Is it all worth it?
Relying on the words of flesh?
And ignoring the words of wisdom?

Man doesn't hold any key,
With which to open wealth's door,
Except that which is given,
By the janitor of endless glories.

And when the two forces locked hands,
Doomsday clocks rolled back many seconds,
On neutral ground both looked not out of place,
As many wondered what it meant, this phase;

The earth went on along its own axis,
The sun greeting the morning from the east,
Surely the stars will twinkle  tonight,
And the moon offering its cold bright light.