Writing A Poem

Why can't i write about that night
I think might because i'm  right
It's not a fight but more of freight
As darkness slowly suck the light

This is a free verse as my thought flow
I think of a rhyme but only get glow
It might be because today i'm low
Things have unfolded really slow

But then, it's not always words rhyme
Sometime you might be out of game
Beause we don't write for the rhyme
But the best way we know to pass time

The burning desire to let out the words
To speak our minds about our worlds
And use our writing as fighting swords
So I'll just write as the thoughts unfolds

Dark Days

The human race has lost the way

A testimony is the moral decay

Bizzare things happening everyday

Manmade calamities are order of day.

Preachers are asking money to pray
Most congregants have become prey
Desparation has led many to pay
Just to have a miracle for that day

Government officials loot taxes
Funds meant to improve the masses
Are misapropriated to the last cents
Economies are now run by bandits

MY LOVE

My thoughts are of you dear one
A kind of love that transcends all other emotion.
My heart yearn for you every moment.
My mind cannot get enough of you
Your smile and laughter brighten my dull days
Holding you in my arms give me erotic satisfaction
Lying next to you satisfies my wildest dreams
I love you with all my heart
I cherish you my dear one
I need you beside me every day

A Failed Nation

The symptoms are more clear now
The centre can no longer hold
Our nation is at deathbed
The nation is failing

Corrutption is the new normal
In some quarters even formal
Being honest is now abnormal
The nation is failing

Integrity is no longer desired
But rather openly disdained
"Our time to eat" is glorified
The nation is failing

Amorphous and ficticious projects
Man made shortages and conflicts
Have been the government edicts
The nation is failing

Retrogressive Politics

The politics waved across the nation
They were the politics of domination
Packaged in pleasing communication
To conquer the entire population

Aspiring promises were well articulated
With manifestos designed and decorated
Their minds and hearts got converted
Goods things were to come once voted

Five years later,things remain the same
New promises are given without shame
Hopelessly they wait for the right time
For the project to be given a name

Another term, more mundane promises
Promises about their  initial promises
But all we see is upgrade of their premises
And their hopes suddenly diminishes

Fallacy of The HandShake.

They majestically walked to the podium

Grinning as though high on opium

At last they had reached a medium

For rebuilding the broken unity

A well articulated speech was read

Very captivating to the last thread

A moment of calm and peace spread

Maybe all we needed was a handshake!

The narrative took 360 degrees turn

"We'll not let the bridges to ever burn"

"We must embrace love and shun spurn"

They said!As they firmly shook hands.

A message of hope engulfed the nation

It was time to end the political commotion

And concentrate with unifying the nation

Which badly need hope and restoration.

But Alas! Here we are... months later

We still, for sure, don't know any better

Whether the handshake really matter

Or it was just another political batter

Empty rhetoric is the order of the day

Even for supply of air,in millions we pay

Then congregate in breakfast to pray

Pray for corruption among us not to stay

Public and roadside declarations are issued

Tough calls for the corrupt to be pursued

But at the end our taxes are misused

Will we ever get justice?

bRoKeN HUMANITY

Look around and all you see is vanity

Man is busy running away from reality

Misguided teaching on true christianity

Fruits of Broken Humanity

Truth and Justice no longer matter

Intergrity remain in the 6th chapter

Justice goes where the check is fatter

Fruits of Broken Humanity

Everyone is chasing for a deal

It doesn't matter  if they steal

To hell with what's fair and ideal

Fruits of Broken Huanity