Let me be don’t twist my lung
Lest you make me spit on you
Fill you up with watery tongue
Chase the demon out of you.
Please dont make me spit on you
Turn your shaft from that gossip
Chase the demon out of you
…Else I lash you with a whip!
Show the young to live for change
Turn your shaft from that gossip
Dont dare fail to change your ways
…Else I lash you with a whip!
Fill you up with watery tongue
Let me be don’t twist my lung!
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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Sunday, November 11, 2012
NIGERIA AT 52 YEARS AFTER
Like a misled adventurer in search of the Golden Fleece,
On this path, Nigeria was made to venture
As concocted by the pleasure of her colonial masters.
As the hey days of tribulation beckoned,
She was strengthened with passion and agility to endure.
But as her offspring cohered their aggressions
The Union Jack came to reckon!
Behold- as Nigeria admiringly embraced liberation!
Independence - the virginity of Nigeria
Crowned the labors of her heroes past
But she was backstabbed by ruthless despots of the time,
While basking in the euphoria of her virginity!
Alas!
Eclipsed in the shackles of Corruption,
The aroma of hope and suffering filled our hungry hearts.
Only must we brace ourselves for oppression
As being deprived of our National Cake,
Tumbling down the gullets of our political liars,
We must our destiny remake
Before this rain of hope finally fades!
Nigeria at 52 years after, still on the journey,
A journey retarded by her daunting infant democracy
Compromised by those masked in shadows,
Who have tainted the honor in her bone marrow!
What an illusioned state we nourished!
Today we stand feebly as one
Our foes in merriment and mockery-
Where does our pasture lay?
©2012.
On this path, Nigeria was made to venture
As concocted by the pleasure of her colonial masters.
As the hey days of tribulation beckoned,
She was strengthened with passion and agility to endure.
But as her offspring cohered their aggressions
The Union Jack came to reckon!
Behold- as Nigeria admiringly embraced liberation!
Independence - the virginity of Nigeria
Crowned the labors of her heroes past
But she was backstabbed by ruthless despots of the time,
While basking in the euphoria of her virginity!
Alas!
Eclipsed in the shackles of Corruption,
The aroma of hope and suffering filled our hungry hearts.
Only must we brace ourselves for oppression
As being deprived of our National Cake,
Tumbling down the gullets of our political liars,
We must our destiny remake
Before this rain of hope finally fades!
Nigeria at 52 years after, still on the journey,
A journey retarded by her daunting infant democracy
Compromised by those masked in shadows,
Who have tainted the honor in her bone marrow!
What an illusioned state we nourished!
Today we stand feebly as one
Our foes in merriment and mockery-
Where does our pasture lay?
©2012.
Sunday, September 9, 2012
OPPORTUNITIES
A dawn of a new day begins
An extra day for man to solve the puzzles of life
Abound around him are opportunities, begging to be exploited.
The exploits of which its outcome is uncertain
Why? Because some are real opportunities, and some are the opposite.
So I guess life is like skating on a thin ice
So dicey, yet man have to take up different opportunities,
Of course I mean those he can recognise..
Hmm... How unfair life could be, Showering us with Opportunities, So encrypt that man is face with the challenges of recognising them..
In that case, only the wise ones get the best use of opportunities.
Are you willing to let that great opportunity slip out of your grasp?
If you do, well you might as well have lost it forever
Opportunities will come and go, but the ones exploited will always stay.
Opportunities- abundant yet, seem convoluted!
Thanks for stopping by!
An extra day for man to solve the puzzles of life
Abound around him are opportunities, begging to be exploited.
The exploits of which its outcome is uncertain
Why? Because some are real opportunities, and some are the opposite.
So I guess life is like skating on a thin ice
So dicey, yet man have to take up different opportunities,
Of course I mean those he can recognise..
Hmm... How unfair life could be, Showering us with Opportunities, So encrypt that man is face with the challenges of recognising them..
In that case, only the wise ones get the best use of opportunities.
Are you willing to let that great opportunity slip out of your grasp?
If you do, well you might as well have lost it forever
Opportunities will come and go, but the ones exploited will always stay.
Opportunities- abundant yet, seem convoluted!
Thanks for stopping by!
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certainties,
life,
man,
Opportunitie,
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