In the belly of struggle,
Integrity is thing of the humble
Compromise runs through heart’s hurdle.
With little or nothing to rekindle…
Hustle is the order of the day,
Be it legal, illegal, doesn’t matter the way
So far it pays
And puts Boss the happy way
The street is cold
The city now bold and its hold
Intriguingly feasting on several working souls,
Even after the day’s scold.
When it rains, it pours.
Young lives have their visions blurred.
Souls wasted to counted scores
Resulting from Foes’ counter of scars’ score in retaliation galore.
Mother growled in anger of distance
When pain unbearably pounce
Holding firm with memory thorns
As it imprints wounds deeply, on her heart burnt!
Mates grow cold
Ready to confront the Odds
Against the saying “Revenge is best served cold”
Frat’ war is about to unfold.
Smiting, with the prowess of powder
Sniffing the nostrils, for the crave of power
To attain the impossible.
Maim, kill, spill blood, yet with chuckles.
What a Bush of ills!
A center of shaky gravity
To arrive a “revered” status.
For an unprecedented nucleus?
Sins in filthy scenes
Spills of Reddish substances
As they, in turn sip the ‘calabash-ic’ liquid
Gbosa! They share the spoils in minutes.
And when gravity parboils…
The center goes sour
The jargon they spake in turns
Swimming down their loins…
The out-casted fallen one with horn
Has successfully, to the youth, done
And convince their consciousness, dead to the core,
Caging their hearts with his lures.
In his lures, victims bled.
Engrossed in the passions of Lust, their love fled.
Their Souls shed tears of life held
They’ve lost their way to divine Shed.
Ah! Lad turned Lass, Lass to Lad
She, she, He-he, what’s good now turned bad
The sun has grown cold; the moon now bald
The world has grown sad.
Ghandi’s “eye for an eye
Will only make the world go blind”;
Is not believed by some. Revenge, missiles,
Violence, only makes the world go round.
‘Getting high only makes you see clearer
Being a mob will not get you robbed,
Initiated into a fraternal brotherhood is even better’
Are inspirations from the fallen ones with horn.
It was said, it has been prophesied
It was heard, recorded in the Holy Book.
We’ve read, the thought had us terrified,
But yet, in his lures, Men are still getting hooked.
Ears are blind, Eyes are deaf,
Confusion is root-solid in our planet Earth
Man has self destruct
We need a divine saviour that will come, re-construct.
The land, pregnant with destructive sorrow
Raped by the outcasted fallen with horn and foes.
Is in labour and will born soon of tomorrow.
Divine Saviour, come! come rescue us from this Soon of tomorrow.
Come, be our shield and fortress
When this tribulation is finally born to oppress
Oh, Divine Saviour take us to your rest
When your trumpet sounds and souls are ushered to your nest.
PS: I must give credit to @BamsAde for his wonderful touch on this piece.
Finally @innoalifa, the food is ready!
@bamslib D panadol dey open the skull oo!!
lines sweeter than vines
milk whiter than silk
poetry better than lottery
a world moving my world
oh hail @whizpoet
for thoughts from a poet
sense calling my presence
truth told not even by Ruth
these lines like grease
I consume better than spreading perfume
making me go thinking
with a mood of one in the hood
great and never late
signs poured forth like vines
making me singing
like @ufuomaotebele singing
is @kaycee around
come let your word abound
and @afronuts are you close
come and squeeze poetry’s nose
see what I see
@Nalongo come and see
words beyond telling
making a heart taling
I bow my head
as my back is laid
words dropping from my tongue
embracing me beyond all wrong
I’m caught in a trance
beyond chance happenstance
as @uzywhyte I call
beckoning @Rachel_Williams across the wall
this is great
results beyond a mate
words commingling
as @mcsnol I’m inviting
words are my world
hyping beyond a cord
can @Seun-Odukoya hear me
words are hijacking me
I’ve been arrested beyond telling
by words as @Hullerj drooling
and @DEES-HIVE I’m sighting
like @namdi writing
I’m sick like a squirrel
calling @bunmiril for help
lest words choke me to death
not like @kaymillion in health
everything’s going haywire
when without words my spirit is fired
come but don’t heal me from words’ trap
I’m fine as I am, like @Myne who created Nsian’s tap
my mouth is drinking words like milk
every minute and second as nouns I lick
conjoining with verbs like @Bandana hinted
and @funpen highly supported
It seems I’m getting mad
but like @Ajenifuja-Adetokunbo I need just a tap
with words to calm me @oxymoron93 would
@samenyuch can’t but should
before I forget @olajumoke, super wordsmith
I dare call on @schatzilein standing strongly on his feet
and @jefsaraurmax calling for the return of Chibok girls
precious, great and gentle like @Wright08 writing for sale
sorry if I interrrupted you from the day’s flow
but attacked was I by words I can’t but show
save me like @aihuoma I know would
and @folayan wouldn’t hesitate as should
Hey wonderful @Mimiadebayo dearly come
come with @Fadehan as Nsian is your home
join like @dkny111, the Nsian crew
and with @praize lick words stew
@topazo and @Bibbie, I’m calling
join us with @LEROY & @lamite433 hiking
It’s time for @jayrume to speak up
let’s know @ure is not on the way to flop
It’s an appeal gentle @ameenaedrees over there
come, shaking @ayobare who, with @Musemussang is here
come o @sarah, an Nsian princess and writer
come with @newreign and @sarahchristy21, fellow writer
Hola to all GREAT Nsians
remain great Nsians
as even @GabrielNwogu comes
and @josephoguche with @laworemike sums
Never meant to call out
but with words I was stuck
dumbstruck and awestruck
that words alone saved me from being gobsmacked
Love y’all with one mind
as Nsian we remain bind
effecting a change in a world turned by strife
but moving on and on as precious life continues to ever thrive
#innoalifa
Wow!!!!! this explodes beyond the widest of my imagination……thanks a million @innoalifa
@whizpoet
welcome a trillion times fellow word-carver……….
Sir @whizpoet ..
We need to pray d@ God save us frm this “soon of tomorrow”.
Thanks for posting this piece. May the gods of poetry neva defile ur inspiration.
Frm the desk of Bams
gods??? well thanks Bro!