COUNTRY RUIN
The country of suppose good made.
Smiles badly at its citizens,
The country blessed with many.
Ashamedly wants aid.
The country bred with truth and sincerity,
Gets its way to rooted corruption.
The country rich with material,
Struggles merely for survival.
The country I know as much blessed.
But ask the teeming leaders.
The country known, chiefly corrupt
If not for its coming from source.
True, if the air is fouled by a man atop palm tree,
Flies can’t help being confused.
The country registers in debt.
When many habour it, hidden.
The country stands good renovation
If bad leaders pave for it .
The country, hay worth.
Citizens bound in penury.
The country named far and wide,
Oh! The insider’s dirt.
The country fore seen great,
Killed only but at germination.
The country failed woefully
Bad leaders mastermind it.
The country, problems allured,
Just owned for bad pace setters
Better then is an unknown states man,
Than having and being bad, a leader.
TIME TICKLES [To B.C. Obinwune]
Human essence sprouts from
Reflection and understanding
Formed from morals knitted together.
Un-forgettable that iron sharpens iron.
Regarding David Hume who woke Immanuel Kant,
As admitted, from his dogmatic slumber.
Life itself had continued to be a perpetual flux
Chary-minded being who on adventure bound
Where for good, mishap surfaced,
Violently claiming his self mover
But too stubborn to succumb,
Crawling, hinged he to a tree.
Stained look, brightened at a sight
A poor lad drinking and drowning,
This man, physically bankrupt, mentally rise.
Swift swing, got a rope across
And bound in tree saved lad.
Fresh upstairs, doubled this fact of discovery
Sweet smiles consoled my troubled mind.
Circumstances that followed the accident, I know.
Or is it not war of opposites-fire and cold.
Alas! I know incidents less bloody, yet fatal
Sure, souls forgot bodies that day.
The unmoved mover knew this.
Because you owe the society
Oh! The curious mind anxious, tax?
No, you, a rare material has knowledge.
Asset meant for all and a great lot.
An envisage spell bounded my composure.
The future of many, I saw in your able hands.
Ask not why comrade,
Nothing saw your right mover
The great instrument of change
Laughter warns off my head
When I have you fear fate
When nothing happened
Life is wealth
Nobody destroys the work of his hands
A being that cost much to make
That it happened, I know to resume effective change
Fear not, it’s never time until it is.
IROKO
Feather free tree of austerity
Of presumable greatness and vigour
The hard-to-quench smiling beast.
Thorough and unabbreviated king.
Dinky head of the equals
Pregnant with turgidity,
Tides and time, comes and goes.
Good and bad seasons as well.
The famous fatty fanny less forest king.
The un-plantable monster!
The lizard! Oh! The lizard.
A feat of repute
Fame reckoning creature
But bounced, it is.
The uncompromising Iroko.
Stand and mount.
Big and strong
Powerful grandmaster.
Unyielding to the blast of terror.
Never can brook competence.
Hail! Oh! King.
Whose dangle makes man cold.
The branches spread wide apart, smiling.
In a jubilant cry.
NEW
MOON
Till its coming, darkness,
Had forever tormented
Making life in-totality boring
The birds of the sky wept.
The cries of our children, unending.
The bats laughed
The trees frowned
The paths died
The fields moaned
And the play grounds, lonely.
Unexpectantly, it appeared ever bright
Reaching forth unto the ends of the world
Its hands quite spread
As caring as a mother.
Providing for its children.
My joy was only then made
Our children are out on it.
Jubilant sounds came from expectants
Each, dragging self with joy.
The moon has come to reactivate the aging body.
The trees rejoiced, houses shone
Streets happy
But hoodlums sad
No longer can they operate
Because darkness sustaineth evil.