Remember Me

Remember me as the leaves frown to fall

Through hazy days and scary nights

I have not eternity to spend

Remember me as my song you sing

Remember me as my ink you read

Remember me as I depart to final goodbyes

BH

BH

Pouring lead into the pagan crowd

The once euphoric settlements refuse martyrdom

Paean became a mirage receding with brown boots

The lead-thrower evince the reason for unleashing hell

Eviscerate the head; the body becomes a facade of unity

Exile the unity, the chasm of insanity becomes wider

Little wonder the cancerous vile became non-euplastic

Nothing to do but watch akimbo the inevitable end

THE BATTLE OF WORDS

One day, the Sun said to me,

“Shield thyself brother. I am set to unleash my rays”

That day, I said to the Sun,

“Thy powers wane by the flow of the waters”

Under the shades of the ceiling I sought out comfort,

Refreshed by the soothing freedom of cold liquid!

One day, the Earth said to me,

“Protect your feet brother. The Sun is hurting me”

That day, I said to the Earth,

“Weak thou hath against the tantrums of the sky”

Laced on rubber against flesh,

I flew into the air to escape earth’s scorching!

Niger Area: a tale of two worlds

Between two worlds, we float and whine

deprived of simplicity, we groan

amid many, we freeze and moan

hardship forced down our throat like wine

FREE-DOME

Weaned from the cradle of determination

as birthed in the cries of the resolved

you perceive it in the bitter smell of captivity

felt in the words of comfort

smeared in by the loveliest of smiles

a dome full  with future

Sonnet 9

From the gentle breeze of the air

To the violent roar of the sea

From the lush greenness of the field

To the amazing ways of the animals

When the flow of the water astounds

And the meat of the wild terrifies

When the rising of the sun amazes

And the coming of the rainbow spell-bounds

TELL ME MORE

Listen to my pleas,

Said a heart filled with anguish

Will you please tell me more?

I truly wish to know more!

Of the time of the ages,

When men were children to their sons

And everybody is mad with the Sun.

When the earth is full of mischief

And everybody claimed to be chief.

I direly long to know more –

Of the happenings of old!

My tender heart seeks knowledge

I am soaked with yearnings to the edge.

Of the existence of man-eaters

Who we have come to know as man-haters

They sat still in silence

Expecting men to clumber up with malice

They gave them seed of discord…

And waited fretfully for the tree of accord

Oh! What a world you once knew

When the dead came to be new

And the living going on a journey

As pilgrims on a pilgrimage with faces so grim

Only to return with sorrow filled to the brim.