Messengers of Death

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See us as we come to you
Unwilling servants to a bloodthirsty master
Bearing messages of death
Which whether we obey or not is never a choice
Because we shall sure die anyway

Mourn us in advance
The wilted glory of today
Forcefully cut short even before we reached our prime
The rise and starbud that may never blossom

Oh let the fountains of your tears flow
Flow ceaselessly for us
The future leaders who have been forced
Forced to become enemies to our homeland
The very crimes committed against us
Are like steady streams of dirty water
Spewing the filth in the lives of the power drunk fanatics and crazy-minded despots
We are the unwilling messengers of death

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The Powers That Be…

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To he that writes and men tremble
The him that speaks and walls crumble
To them that hears and burdens tumble
I pay homage

Kindly write and let my heart revel
In your words and songs my mind shall muse
As though we are not of the same world
Is how respected your poems I’ll use

Forgive my lack of words
For I have traded the with the wordsmith
That he may make for me a shield of words
Strong enough to destroy the fiercest wrath

I doff my hat
As I once again pay homage
To the griots that were
And to those that will be
I salute you too
The very powers of poetry that be…

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Here I stand

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Here I stand as I await you
Waiting for you to see me
For me to be appreciated in a better light
I wish not to tarry long for the night is cold

Here I stand under your gaze
Lost and unable to decipher even the flimsiest wink
How do I know that I mean more
When you refrain from using the words
The very ones that are meant to convey your hearts lore

Here I stand to give and be given
My heart, my love and all
Do not tarry in taking
For the longer it takes, the easier it becomes for another to snatch

I stand waiting to hear you speak the language that only our hearts understand
I stand waiting for your knock on the door of my heart,
As I wait for you to come abide

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One Soul, A thousand Burdens

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One soul, a thousand spirit
All housed in one body
A legion that destroys
The very essence of unity

One mind, a thousand troubles
All held up in a tiny but large brain
A battalion of the nuts
The very beginning of semi-insanity

One life, many problems
All to be crossed as hurdles
A lifetime of mysteries and victories
The very hallmark of our experiences

The things that mankind has to go through
Are the very things that aids or hinders him
But the truth he had failed to realize
Is that he can’t live life alone
True it is that he needs people around him
But not many are willing to be there for him

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What We Call Love

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I don’t understand
The things you call Love
The ways you show love
Are but selfish and greedy to me

You call for me and crave for me
Your fleshly lusts to fulfill
Your manly ego to boost
I won’t hate you for everything
But I’ll keep wishing and hoping
That your eyes will be opened to see
That love is not explainable
With body contacts and unnecessary gifting of gifts
But in impacts made upon lives

May you get to understand
That love happens,
It is not planned at times
Love is not about the nights of heated passions
It is about the days of shared warmth and smiles spread
In a little while I hope you see these
And set your records straight
For Love is too powerful a weapon for you to wield

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Money Talks

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Money says, when I’m not around
The kettle shall not boil
The soup pot shall be empty
The mind shall imagine and only dream

Money says, work hard for me
Try to get much of me
Yet, don’t have enough of me
For you will always have needs to meet

What won’t the heart give
For dainty dishes and costly jewels
To fill our troves
With treasures much desired

I’ll await my time
Rather than allow myself
To be drawn into committing crimes
All in a bid to have money
And to be desired in the society
Oh what things desire!
The things which only money can buy

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The Politicians’ Song

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I claim to work for you
Tho the sweat of my people
Cascading in hot sun
Streams of pain when they can can’t say nay
I pack together

With a very simple lie
“I want to pay them”, I say
“We are still expecting it”, they say
Yet they would never get it
Because they work for me, they do not know

Many die because of it
Liabilities they are
Liabilities they have
Greed beclouds my reasoning
I must enjoy it though it’s not mine

I’ll enjoy today
I know what tomorrow brings
Like a jailed bird, I may turn
Or a cursed living-dead thru life I’ll roam
I know it is bad
Yet, I’ll enjoy today
And worry later about tomorrow

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