For Mike Brown

THE NOOSES STILL HANG Maybe the gods are in KKK Maybe fate allies with hate But the smokescreen fades one again Around the farce of love that never existed Hands in the air pleading don’t shoot Choking on a chokehold till breath mute Hate in the intensive care of malice Roars again in this crisis […]

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Dead Or Alive?

They already said I am the weird one Chasing my dreams through midnight high ways but I miss the dead! Not for the reasons you would! More rotten minds, solve my ills More ghostly tassels guide my dreams Than fleshy foams of wet marrows More people alive than any dawn in time they are as […]

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For Xenophobia Victims

Let me not wear father’s name On this muddy capes of injustice Now that I know why the rainbow Never speaks black On the great promise of greener pastures We left the silks of familiarity to grapple On the waters of a starved kaleidoscopic desert Little did we know that green grass breed greedy snakes […]

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I Am Wrath

the dawn will arrive just a tide upon the thighs of starless darkness i will arise! reborn and dusted out of the ashes and echoes of nightmares that quelled kingdoms and froze giants i am a catastrophe upon the household of elitist miscreant I am Wrath Originally published on PoemHunter on 2 January 2018.

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Defiance (Foe Fela)

Tonight, in kallakulta The walls resound the powerful orations of afrobeat Along the forgotten corridors of time Hoping that they sip true the cracks of continuous reality Tonight in Nigeria; A middle aged man gets high On the afrodosiac nostalgia of his childhood As he sings and sways to the rhythm Tonight in Biafra; A […]

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Aimed At You

my words would not be washed off Pilate’s hands to crucify them again on vain crosses my words would not re-stress the stress of our leaders they will undress the hypocrisy beneath your dress leaving your lies in a state of unrest my words are aimed at you to unseat the sited holiness of your […]

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Pun

Let the Foreplay of destiny that was before played be fore played Originally published on PoemHunter on 2 January 2018.

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Raising Men

my words would not seek attention at the ulcer-ed conscience of unreachable malady they will not un-profit in screaming at corruption they will settle to build castles with the chaos of labour to raise children than rebuild men Originally published on PoemHunter on 2 January 2018.

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Good Night Lover

could I run out of words? Maybe for you, I may not find the perfect words to give expression to thoughts, but you can go to bed reading this, “you are special beyond the limitation that words can afford” “you even have the tendencies to stop the pen of a ready poet” forcing him to […]

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My Poem Are Beings

my poems are beings, they stand beside me and whisper counsel into my ears and my Pen? a pen of the Pen in a hand of The hand. Originally published on PoemHunter on 2 January 2018.

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