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Hashim ZK Jul 28
Ringing sound of silence
whispers
a deluge of nostalgia
uproots
the ground beneath my feet
flies
the unsettling thoughts of abandonment
unravel
the twisted knots of ambition
drown
... in the ringing sound of silence.
I have written something after years. So yea, this could be sketchy, but I am trying to regain my lost flair. :)

Be generous and honest in your critique, if you have any after reading this.
Safana Jul 24
Demon and stration
Devil in the station
Deemed as action
Dew falls on its portion
So sign social interpretation.
To avoid war of faction
No matter what temptation,
do not cause discrimination.
Remember some diaspora
They played an opera
But we ever played biafara.
Some exiled to Accra
Without eating carbonara
Home is a home, just remember.
Its beauty looks like amber.
It's a steady stand like timber.
It's division divided like a chamber.
If stone throws from north,
the south will set forth.
And if it's from south,
the north will set forth.
Bring peace
Not to piece
But to prease
I asked you please
My fellow
Nigerian
Steve Page Jul 22
What is it about a national flag
draped over shoulders,
tied at the neck
or wrapped like a toga
that makes me cross the road?
Why do I suspect it covers anger?
Why do I hear a shout of challenge,
rather than a song of honour?
Was it too many urban marches?
Flying London bricks?
And cracked skulls?
Let's put flags beyond reach
on flag poles,
and preferably not at half mast.
#livinginlondon
Ylzm Jul 15
The heart and mind speak with one tongue
But for those of the rebellion as in days past

For these wars raged within hypocrisy without
Oblivious to themselves their nakedness

Entrenched and encouraged and flattered
Mutually and smilingly profiting and killing

Never knowing heart and mind always fighting
Their unknown demons within always losing

Following their hearts blaming their minds
Self mutilating, self abused, yet self loving

Proud of their filth encrusted grotesqueness
Mistaking for beauty that unseen in the dark
Shadow Jun 29
Unsure of higher power
So I search for different meaning
Only finding myself in cycles
Introduced to present demons
Had to learn to look calmly
While the head is always screaming
The cycles are almost over now
Remember life's worth living
Let’s go to war
and fight with our
hearts and minds

Let’s start a battle
and crash into the sun.
One more time.

Let’s watch the tensions
lessen, a cause and effect,
directing us to chaos,
never teaching us a lesson.

Let’s watch the bombs rain
down and the feelings
dwell, unable to spell out
what we want to say,

Only lashing out,
hurting everyone,
just like yesterday.

An explosion of emotions,
An attack on the heart,
Cause and effect and
Doomed from the start,

We are the catalyst to
the problem we created
together and apart.
Viktoriia Apr 16
a false promise of freedom to a captured man,
just like a cup of poison, filled up to the brim.
a note between the stones of all the walls we've built
and all all the walls they tore down just to fight again.
it's nothing like the light that breaks a peaceful dawn,
it's painted in the colours of a foreign flag.
and everything that burns takes us a lifetime back,
and everyone who died was not meant to be born.
acceptance isn't earned, it's but a weapon drawn
and aimed at those who dare to overstep the line.
a shattered cup of poison for a senseless crime
filled up by blood of every prisoner of war.
Carlo C Gomez Apr 15
~
It feels like the anesthetic is wearing off

This circus of machines

From coin-operated hostility

To wholesale apathy refineries

They tell us it's winter down in the subdermal

They tell us the foundation has grown weak

Dislocation is an incoming storm

Mirrors are distorted screens

Placeholders really

In a city without children

Even the statues weep

Snow upon the ground that was once blood

Now an empire without heirs

Even the trees hate us

~
Arise Apr 14
तिमी हो भन,
म होइन भन्छु।

तिमी होइन भन,
म हो भन्छु।

उ को हो ? भन,
कोहि होइन उ म भन्छु।

मैले गरेका गल्ति गन,
सजाय सरि आफुले-आफै थुनिरहन्छु।

मलाई गलत गाली भन,
म तेसलाई सुनिरहन्छु।

गालीको कारण भने नभन,
म मन-मनै बुनीरहन्छु ।

तिमी म तिम्रो होइन भन,
म तिम्रो जुनी-जुनी रहन्छु।

म चाहन्छु तिम्रो अरोपको बन्दि हुन,
तिमीलई स्पर्शनु मेरो हात म खोलीरहन्छु।

ती अध्यारा कोठामा मलाइ थुन,
म तिम्रै कन्चेटिमा डुलिरहन्छु।

बस!!

तिमी म तिम्रो होइन भन,
म तिम्रो जुनी-जुनी रहन्छु।

                 .. जुनी-जुनी रहन्छु।।
Written in conversation with Yajana.
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