Folayemi Akande

Freshman - 729 Points (02-12)

At Mekunians Delight - Poem by Folayemi Akande

At mekunians delight The alakorians are caught in the trajectory web of nemesis The one that has held to slavery, the mekunians and akushians Through the looming days of oppression and insignificant dominance, By the ignoramus, intelligence of backward oriented sailors. Black man cries, not the tears that journeys through the center of the eye But the weep that dissever both body, spirit and soul. One gland for the hope that is stocked in the portal of time Another for the dreams moulded nowhere but the shore, That is easily washed by the sea's oppressive whirls. Igbominira is the only consolation for the mekunus But ominira is a fool that is exasperatingly lethargic as the Lord's coming. Aso Rock is not family house, a wayward truth that absconded the omugos. One who swears conjugal obligation to power Divorces his orisun, and endangers the fingers that fed him. Oshelus have made governance a household privilege Impure interest of the Common, ill fated minority, Grand fathers of the fathers of omo olodos. The infants have grown past the crawling stage After the death of polygamy to the plutocrats and gerontocrats. After years of extravagant squander by the agbanos of the Public Disruptive People. If the ojuorolaries are flushed out of their foster homes Will the political Maries shine the mantle And wield it to the sole means of boisterous governance? Or retain the sanctimonious, desecration that has suppressed the mekunus to bintitious cognisance Of what should or not be their basic rights. The spotlight is dimmed to the privy of conspiracy. And shone out on the whores Samaria. They are like vultures in comestible state of mind. Tears, sorrow, and blood heralds their presence A trademark, creviced on the forethought of the mekunians At the very expense of the harmonious jingles of their throbs. Mugun days are over, justice have come to his senses The habitation of stick and carrot ideology have been purged And cathartics have indulged to stimulation brisk evacuation of cankerworms From the bowels of the nation's pocket By the indignancy of mekunus at the court's unfairness. Tears of the pen have percolated down tribunal's womb, Now leashing to the surface of his consciousness. I have heaved my last sigh of sorrow The rest is for them that is agent provocateur Or should i continue in this spiral of Sturm und Drang With bevy of obsfucators.? Listening to Fela and reading Wole Soyinka is like smoking hemp for inspiration. Copyright (c) Folayemi Akande

Topic(s) of this poem: war

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  • Kelly Kurt (4/2/2015 12:58:00 PM)

    Wow! A marvelous and well worded work, Folayemi. Thank you for sharing it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 2, 2015

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