NIGERIA AT 52YEARS 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 tribulation beckoned
She was strengthened with passion and agility to endure
But as her offsprings cohered their
aggressions
And Union Jack came to reckon
Behold- as Nigeria admiringly embraced liberation!


Independence- the virginity of Nigeria
Crowned the labours of her heroes past
But while basking in her virginity euphoria
Was stabbed aback by ruthless despots of the time.


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
Wallowing down the gullet of our political liars
Our destiny only we must make
Before this rain of hope finally fades.


Nigeria at 52 years after, still on the journey
A journey retarded by her infant democracy daunting
Perhaps compromised by the masked shadows-
who have tainted the honour in her bone marrow.


What an illusional state we nourished
A result of the looming storm that flourished!


Today we stand feebly as one
Our foes in merriment
and mockery-
Where do our pasture lies?
-
In the spirit of the celebration of 'Nigeria's 52 years Independence' from Union Jack.

By Michael Showunmi
Written- 28th August, 2012.
©2012.
Co-edited by- Michael Showunmi & Akolawole Shoremi

ART OF POETRY

Bitter or sweet, it all begins from the heart
My thoughts, my feelings, creates an image within
Like a secret longing to be revealed through a medium
It remains unknown to the universe.


In the agony of my deep thoughts
Nature smiled at me, and it glistened like the sunset
Definitely, a new hope is born
The hope to share my thoughts in writing
A poetic work of Art.


A poetic work of Art
There you can reach my thoughts
So beautiful, it reflects the heart
A ‘Priceless’ tool that can’t be bought.


With the power of Art
I’ll effect change
Where poetry leads
I’ll follow!

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!


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CHANCES

I can't but imagine what this day has to offer
With a day so cold as an ice Perhaps the cold was intensified by the morning dew
Even the birds can't help but sing to my ears.


Boys and girls are set for school The working class must meet up with time
And here I'm in this murky room While I dash my chances of a lifetime.


Suddenly, the sun peeked at me from behind the cloud
I need not anyone to tell me my chances are bright
But to seize them and hope my labours are crowned
Coz I took my chances right.


Day and Night I'll pray
Hardwork they say pays
In faith I'll work my way
To see my chances pave way.