So as the pests die
The severe pestering goes
Thanks to the pesticide.
...
Feeling of great tenderness
For the militant tendency
Right from a tender age
Tends to save more souls.
...
U're solely my angel
On this lonely angle,
Even the heavenly angels
Understand this lovely angle.
...
My noble viewpoint
Resulting a vignette of yelutide
Thanks my humble viewfinder
For this vigorous yearning.
...
Standing in
This madhouse are
Worthy souls
Though, in the midst
...
Just walk inside,
Our sole ball is
Lying right outside
Just by the side.
...
Fred Nwaozor is a Nigerian writer, analyst, media strategist and public speaker. He is a columnist with NewTelegraph Newspaper, Nigeria; he writes weekly on tech related issues and public policies. As an ardent activist, he has been deeply involved in several movements targeted towards yielding a new Nigeria, and Africa at large. He is an Industrial physicist & engineer by profession. He's also a research enthusiast, and contributes to various engineering journals, particularly Electronics and Communications. He's happily married with lovely children. His hobbies are: playing table tennis, snooker and scrabble.)
What A Mess!
So mesmerized by
These uninvited messages
From unknown messengers.
That merciful farmyard
Filled with
Those messy buddies
Has constituted
This messy scene.
Right from
This officers' mess
As I view
This messy dispute
Solely causing
This real mess,
I cried
To the messiah.
In spite of
The glossy amnesty
As a result of
A panoramic view,
Still, they mess around
As if it was
A glorified armed-nest.
What a mess!
Oh, bucolic buddies!
Tender justice with mercy
And embrace
The merciful pen;
The excellent facilitator
Just like the trigger
Of your guns,
Instead of
The messy sword.
Remember,
The messiah is watching
This messy scene.