When on their own land; Kings becomes strangers
And Queens taken by drunken soldiers,
When on unguarded and stray paths prince walk
And servants ride gorgeously on horseback.
The sleeping giant
Teardrops enough to flood the river nile,
Unemployed graduates queue longer a mile,
Spoiled but virtuous.
You can tear me into parts or stained my hands with blood,
You can slice me to pieces
A Long walk through the desert;
With a long face like the horse
Engirdled as the seagirt;
By gentle sea with no force.
I may float in accordance to the wind's tempo,
I may stand in the midst of the wildest tempest,
But like the iroko, I remained unmoved.
Love no longer radiate like the raven,
Injustice now risen to high heaven,
Bloated egos rules the high and lowly,
Unfitted and stained sleeves; show off proudly.
From love's fire
Burns pleasant flames,
Circulating Innocent swirls
At Tolerance's pot
You are homosapien,
but wisdom is your foe
You easily send men to moon,
yet can't check a brother next door
My life is meaningful with you beside
You soothe my heart like sunshine after rain
My dreams are alive with you by my side
You heat up my cold and make my skin plain.
Take off the veil of belief
That robs and blind you
That you may see the mischief
That ends around you.