ELEGY OF IVORY TOWER
Our Ivory towers crept, bleed
And became a still breed
Our academia nurture no etiquette conscience
By truth, this late letter void of patience
Like flickers of fire, grandiose scheme reminiscence
Knowledge and followers are tethered and littered
Bunkum to these citadels closures,
While
yesterday clothed her with knowledge as cynosure
Today shroud her thicket of anti clock-wise exposure
Womb that begat incarnated bitter-booty for beach combers
Who like separate nymphs, liberate from honey combs
The fate of our bulwark is stab and curb
Ruins heap on the ‘make-ups’ for cash
Like a slice of yam tested on blue-black monopolistic trash
Waiting to hear the last crash like the bash of calabash,
Tomorrow: the sorrowful metamorphosis of sagged claque
When nymph shall be crystallized imago of cliques
Shall the gone good days come again?
“Blurting-out bluffs” the round table with occupied seats
In a vicious circle quagmire malaise for member
This crescendo shall be their undoing as member
“What! Witch-hunting?’ Its equivalent is
“Ku-kuruku!” ambered in December.
BUSINESS TYCOON
Like in autumn’s mannerism
The lilies are down trodden, leaves withered
You are the lilies
You are the leaves
You are the down trodden of earth
Your wobbling legs
Your fumbling body
Your frame unable to bear the burden
Of your appendicular skeleton
Your northern hemisphere
Tucked into your podgy belly
As a parody defying the cauterization
Of chiropodist
With octupustic hand you clag
Your empty plates,
Rags and yawning shoes
In your nakedness
Your sphincter lacked mussels
I see your nakedness in our conga
The irony of exotic fabricated costumes
Worn by the privileged pig clan
Napoleon and the business tycoon
They are daft but you are not
They are unable to decipher
The dooms-clock and
The Holy writ on their marble wall
I see their lives
I see their lies
I see their effigies fading
Into an effete business empire
Unlike you, they gallivant
Raffling ambiguous hocus-pocus
In a tycoon phonetics
“I-n-v-e-s-t-o-r-s” as a white wash
placating their upheavals
In tandem.
Hydra-headed natural
Crux and dichotomies
Washes their dirty linens
In the national theatre
They are the Titans
They are the podgy bellies
Pregnanted by nemesis
For their Siamese crimes
unbeloved national cakes
And heist characteristic let loosed
But of their zoo’s into national reserves
Exposing the lilies and leaves to harsh weather
You are the lilies, you are the leaves
They are the business tycoons in our midst
Suffering the waterloo of insomnia
In this basket of clean and unclean vertebrates
The subterfuge the “coin game”
Into a nick-name called “business tycoon”
In a maximum manner, of all head or all tail
Without sympathy for a game
Of head and tail as comprise
This is the jobbers return for magnates
The state business
Hijacked by the “Bulls” and “Bears”
Likened to a stock exchange
They are business tycoons
Rejoice O lilies and leaves
For Alhemire’s disease
Shall infest them and free you
From their constituted shackles.
BOOMERANG
Opus ‘67’ of the rising sun
Bartered by bazooka
Rhetorics of no victor no vanquish
Garbing the pogrom
Two against one, the triumvirate bunkers
Non-allegiance, the paraded silhouette groom
But – boomerang! Boomerang!! Boom…!!!
Intending booty from nuptial-flight
Of diplomatic allied
Boo-m-er-a-n-g bossing the allied at edge
Oh my home, bartered for fair bargain?
My unfairness in a fairness
Our fate is faded away fastly
We traded our fate for sovereign sake
By measuring reed of the twelve wigs at Hague
Their verdict made us boo
In a rumbustious shake
My fathers p-e-n-s-u-l-a you haggle
Our past passed forward preposterously
Alas! O black gold
Seed of fortune from God
Ubiquitous life green grass
Going! Going!! G-o-n-e!!!
MAIN GATE AT NIGHT
Look out there!
At the main gate, my dear
In the night of gait
When ominous owls
Perch on our gate like
their own
Ploughing piercing eyes
like bear
At the quack and cheap
wives
Look!
Look out there!
At the Main-Gate, dear
Lyceum where the bats
and vultures date
With macabre dance devoted
Dart over soiled-flesh
as voted
“A penny”
or “a kobo” as price
free of fare, by trading
on dice
look!
Look out there!
At the Main-Gate here!
The clamour for glamour
and chemist
This temple of Artemis
Through phallic-likened
wars
Reveals broken hymenia-doors
and walls
Cladding caps turgid with
caps as traps.
