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 […]
You may trod me in history With your pretty petty lies, But just like dust trampled to the ground, I’ll rise How long will ours be a once sided dialogue in this conversations of self liberation How long will our best stories be nothing more than antidepressants against the addictions of oppression.? How long shall […]
I will write again Of slum love and ghetto fantasies of the class blindness of infatuation And well worn chanting rosaries Though each day is a struggle of survival Of hunger, anger and surrender I will write again Of Last night and nights like last night I will write again Though love crept behind enemy […]
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 […]
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.
Love is more than the ridiculous and outrageous Valentine excesses Love is more than the constant plot of Bollywood movies Love is more than unstable human feelings Before love etered the imaginations of man Love was the song on replay in the eternal iPods of heaven Love was the hit song of redemption Crescendoing in […]
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 […]