"juuz" poems
Woe to the Apathy
Woe to you who are apathy in Nigeria,
And to you who feel safe in Aso-rock,
You dignitaries of fraudsters of Nigeria,
To whom the poor depend on for stocks.
Woe to you who are apathy in Africa ,
And to you who feel safe in America,
And then weep hard in their prison wall,
Now, is their calaboose a-mourning mall?
Woe to you who are apathy in Nigeria,
And to you who feel safe in ritual-wealths,
Yet, you die young and rot in Hades ever;
As your casket drop amid beast of maggots.
Woe to you who are apathy in many states,
And to you who reign terrors daily,
And to bowlful drunkards and fate-pests,
Your feasting and lounging will end sadly.
©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
[A salient prolific author...]
»» 02/07/2017
>> 11:57AM
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 8:46 AM UTC
Deflowered Kingdom
Heaven shall bestow them the crown of thorns,
You politically addicts and dream killers,
Fire from Zambia and abyss shall rain your pathways,
You lawbreakers and certified nursed rulers.
See, darkness covers the earth and its admirers,
See, twilight seem the midday to idol worshippers,
A mere breath is a heavy fright to a ritualist,
As the cloud above shall rain bees on the ******
Since, ASO-ROCK also rock adulterers and prostitutes,
Why won't witched sorcerers wear socks,
How can a nation that award the brutes...
Not adopt immorality instead of development lucks.
Our kingdom fainting in choked recession,
Our high gates of unity; wealth of blood,
Can a country be born in days of blood?
Have i not loss enough ink for my nation.
©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
[A SALIENT PROLIFIC AUTHOR...]
>> 04/07/2017
»» 11:49PM
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 8:44 AM UTC
Gutsy-tyrants
In a black sky; people of politics,
With darkened and gruesome policies;
Monitored by moons their enemies,
With the heart of a tiger in conflict.
Thugs and forerunners of Boko-haram;
Hijackers and defaulters of Greenland;
Foolish wise men and corrupters of mankind;
Ye all, are engineers of bloodsheds .
Due to the crying bloodstream of the innocents,
The forest of the three-wise-men died away...
And the heaps of grace in Heaven hollowed heads;
Because nature necked nails like one who's gone astray.
In a black sky: people of politics,
Murdered kingship and belted tyrants,
Politicians wrecked worthy warriors...
And sojourn into complete catacombs of crisis
©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
[A SALIENT PROLIFIC AUTHOR...]
08/08/2017
08:52AM
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 4:57 AM UTC
Susceptible-era...
Man waved away deformities of *****
man deserted hatred and violence,
Man merried in harps of righteousness;
all these were delicacies of the ancient kingdom.
Oh, come to our world wherein whales fear,
Oh, our world wherein witches are preachers,
Oh, come to our world wherein worms steer,
Oh, our world wherein fates go on date with money-rituals.
Some heads blackened their hearts at dark,
some eyes eyed the eagles to death by night,
Some mouths blundered rivers of nail on the risen spark,
some ears ruined truth for gifts from heist.
If the raod to Babylon seem a-foot close to Lagos;
Then sharks in river Jordan would snap selfies with some corpse,
For a second the ruling Egyptians lived;
While, stars of years the Israelites lived.
©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
[A SALIENT PROLIFIC AUTHOR...]
30/07/2017
02:16 PM
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 11:53 PM UTC
Clutches of Adversity
If only her distress could be weighed,
And all her misery be placed on the scales!
It would surely outweigh the sand of the seas__
No wonder her offsprings nuked her peace-eggs.
If only her pains could be rain,
And all her tears be flown to paradise!
It would surely outrank her wealth-eyes__
No wonder her progeny merry in poison.
If only her sorrow could be quenched,
And all her afflictions be banked like gold!
It would surely oversize the four pillars of the world__
No wonder terrors are marshaled against her world.
If only her hurt house havens in hell,
And all her agony be filmed in movies!
It would surely overshadow the kingdom of Israel__
No wonder famine thwarts the plans of the milk.
©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
[A salient prolific author...]
>> 11/07/2017
⊙01:08AM
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 8:44 AM UTC
Travesties of tragedy
There was once beauties in my land,
very fruitful from clouds to sand,
And advocates of bossmanship rode-in;
dust of sands began to cry in sin.
When nature refused to be caged;
walls of my nation began lying in heaps of ruins,
When gold could not find a path for seizure;
Calamity of integrity clash will flood amidst entities.
Goddess of "what-else and priestess of "pretence"...
all I have seen lurking around our honeyspace;
For knights of blood is our rulers in distress,
and forerunners of seven-headed mistress.
Again, when nature refused to be caged;
politics became carnival of blood splash,
When peace, love and unity rejects immunity;
female wombs will contest for "the best weaponry arsenal" .
©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
[A SALIENT PROLIFIC AUTHOR...]
30/07/2017
01:49 PM
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 11:48 PM UTC