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"broda" poems
'Oga, wetin you bring come na' Nothing, sorry. 'My broda, what do you have for us' Love, only love. 'Where is my morning coffee?' Pardon? I'm not a café. Where did you bury it? Your shame, your conscience? It must be somewhere dark and deep. Where  you are haunted by dreamless sleep. Some with a uniform, some with a gun Some with a smile, with a glint of fun. All with hands outstretched, seeking, begging Asking, threatening. So much coded, yet crystal intent. It has spread all over, from the janitor to the judge All that is different are the sums and the styles. Corruption corrupts all. It condemns all. Yet, it spreads further, fertilised by impunity. Fed by the hopelessness of 'how things are' They sell their integrity for pennies, They sell us all out for what I spend on toilet paper. Where did you bury it? Your future and that of your children? What price their integrity? What cost the impunity?
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Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 7:00 AM UTC
mhsutton
The Cancer
'Oga, wetin you bring come na' Nothing, sorry. 'My broda, what do you have for us' Love, only love. 'Where is my morning coffee?' Pardon? I'm not a café. Where did you bury it? Your shame, your conscience? It must be somewhere dark and deep. Where  you are haunted by dreamless sleep. Some with a uniform, some with a gun Some with a smile, with a glint of fun. All with hands outstretched, seeking, begging Asking, threatening. So much coded, yet crystal intent. It has spread all over, from the janitor to the judge All that is different are the sums and the styles. Corruption corrupts all. It condemns all. Yet, it spreads further, fertilised by impunity. Fed by the hopelessness of 'how things are' They sell their integrity for pennies, They sell us all out for what I spend on toilet paper. Where did you bury it? Your future and that of your children? What price their integrity? What cost the impunity?
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It's not that I'm making excuses For the days that I messed up Not that I want to be cut some slack For the horrible things that I've done Though I must tell you There's a lot than you know The moments behind the scenes That birthed the themes you see That makes you upset Go wild and make You feel that I don't deserve a thing The stories behind The mood swings The character flaws And sudden outbursts of anger It's hard for me to explain But I was behind bars Before I went there. That dark cold floor That locked door shushes and hushes Of don't tell mummy and Daddy Do you know my cry? Do you know the sentences I had to carry in those, hidden moments Once sentient Became forever dead Ice cold and broke If placed in a mold He wouldn't fit Uncle Salisu Aunty Aaliyah Broda Jide Sister Uche Did I tell you that Monday As I walked down the path to school The cold shivers that ran down my spine It was not in the bush It was not under the dark stairwell In plane sight All eyes were watching But still nobody could see The hidden moments Where peach became squash Beaten out of shape Confined to the shades The forever dark places With no aim There was no one to blame Nobody knew so ?
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Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 12:43 PM UTC
Valiant_Voices08
Hidden moments
It's not that I'm making excuses For the days that I messed up Not that I want to be cut some slack For the horrible things that I've done Though I must tell you There's a lot than you know The moments behind the scenes That birthed the themes you see That makes you upset Go wild and make You feel that I don't deserve a thing The stories behind The mood swings The character flaws And sudden outbursts of anger It's hard for me to explain But I was behind bars Before I went there. That dark cold floor That locked door shushes and hushes Of don't tell mummy and Daddy Do you know my cry? Do you know the sentences I had to carry in those, hidden moments Once sentient Became forever dead Ice cold and broke If placed in a mold He wouldn't fit Uncle Salisu Aunty Aaliyah Broda Jide Sister Uche Did I tell you that Monday As I walked down the path to school The cold shivers that ran down my spine It was not in the bush It was not under the dark stairwell In plane sight All eyes were watching But still nobody could see The hidden moments Where peach became squash Beaten out of shape Confined to the shades The forever dark places With no aim There was no one to blame Nobody knew so ?
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