NO SAINTS IN PARADISE

Paradise here i comb over sea and lands  seeking your kind,
Racing and gazing at wobbling ways to wonder.
Days that weren’t numbered weren’t plundered
From a world drenched in word: lords sinking their gods
I have seen a mad man thanking a drunkard

Before the cap stole the law the barrel snatched the cap,
Paradise crippled like desire meddling with the anvil of greed
Is there no seed in this slumbering heart of Africa ?
No saint in paradise no gain in cowardice no sacrifice
The walls are not the same the boys all want the game

Baba mi’s , raising his pride his milk his talking drum
In Paradise where oil streams like honey valley, Baba mi’s pride,
His daughter's ****** tearing the eye of wanderers in awe,
Their ***** and buttock pulled prophecies from white prophets
Calling for days and deeds: glories in glimmer of hope.

Mama mi is this the cattle papa milked? Heroes loopholes
For “Thou shall not judge” was the song for the solo:
Paradise  diabolical with plundering voices of canker worms .
Exploring her guts, before the eye of wailing youths,
No gold as Garri cements her staple in our belly.

Wiggling tickling and stagnant in the echo of progression,
Paradise craw in the shadow of worthless saints
Harvesting the labour of our fruit
Even motifs hides behind the bar