Whispers of the Moon.
Daylight joyfully brags by
Scudding along the mute sky
...
Cruel Modernity
Dear country man,
Teach me the secret to the new life.
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MEN IN MASKS
They come in tattered penury
And preached salvation to our desperate souls.
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Calm Down Father.
I have heard father,
The distant toll of church bells.
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Tears of Widowhood.
Alone in the vast wilderness
On a misty morning though
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REIGN OF THE GUNS
In our Motherland. Our good Pearl that guns grip
A jolly old tortoise sits at the pinnacle of power.
We the prey of his tyranny in silence weep
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TYRANTS! LISTEN
You bloodthirsty megalomaniacs
Epitomes of modern day egomaniacs
Listen, this beloved nation is our sole jewel.
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The gun is no friend.
His mouth is like a hyena's
ruthless jaws.
He smiles like a starved panther
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If we be men,
why then fold our miserable faces
Like a baby crying for its mother's breast milk?
Why bow to a pack of eunuchs?
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Hey Ghetto president.
What steel made your veins?
Your revolutionary blood was
Boiled in the ancient bowls of defiance.
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Nights come and go,
But you forever stay.
Like a deep sweet dream.
What shall I call thee?
...
Hey Ghetto president.
What steel made your veins?
Your revolutionary blood was
Boiled in the ancient bowls of defiance.
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What is life?
A whirlpool of perplexing experiences.
A riddle unsolved; known to none.
It is a road so slippery to tread.
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I see the agony in your lifeless eyes.
Torn between love and hate.
Uuh! I see the truth in your lies.
And the calamity tied to your fate.
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Our Jajja who art in Statehouse.
Hallowed be thy throne.
Thy reign prevail.
Thy will be done in the judiciary
...
poetry is the darling of my life. the sugar I mix in my morning tea. the blanket that covers me in the night.)
Whispers Of The Moon
Whispers of the Moon.
Daylight joyfully brags by
Scudding along the mute sky
To take its rest
In the garnished nest
Behind the silent hills
With proud intoxication of sleeping pills.
Echoes of darkness kiss the protruding rays
And into exile the sun strays
To announce the impatient nightfall,
An emissary of the moon's call.
Glimmering sky patrolled and lit
And relieved of the day's heat.
Amidst the guard of the stars waiting,
The moon finally comes whistling.
(Sekyewa Godfrey)
A man with a small anus should never swallow a big seed
An impotent man is as useful as a dry well.
A man who excessively brags about his manhood can easily be compelled to climb a cow.