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SUICIDE NOTE // To live is,/ To die, not/ That kind of death, but//  The kind of death like/ Blindness, where/ The mind sees more/ Than the eyes could/ But would not, cannot, may not.//  ...more

SUICIDE NOTE // To live is,/ To die, not/ That kind of death, but// The kind of death like/ Blindness, where/ The mind sees more/ Than the eyes could/ But would not, cannot, may not.// ...more

BEAUTIFUL POISONS  Oh!//  I saw them aplenty!//  Rivers poisoned by us to keep us back in all;//  Young men scamper from different directions -//  ''Area boys'' that live on anything that comes their way -//  Their eyes speak readiness to bring back yesterday//  Of arms, bad creeks, ammunitions for dirty actions.//  They have lost touch with the fishing tradition;//  Don't you know that the colours of their rivers smell?//

BEAUTIFUL POISONS Oh!// I saw them aplenty!// Rivers poisoned by us to keep us back in all;// Young men scamper from different directions -// ''Area boys'' that live on anything that comes their way -// Their eyes speak readiness to bring back yesterday// Of arms, bad creeks, ammunitions for dirty actions.// They have lost touch with the fishing tradition;// Don't you know that the colours of their rivers smell?//

YOU MADE ME WHAT I AM    I am, that was from dead womb born,//  That drank the spittle of your scorn.//  And from the riches of your dumps//  I got my meals in moldy lumps.//    That little boy, frail fly magnet,//  The Devil strung him in him net//  And did put strength in his weak arms...//  So come I now with untold harms!!//    Bang ...//    Don’t look at me with pleading eyes,//  (For no conscience within me lies)//  Else I see defiance in their pleas//  Read More...

YOU MADE ME WHAT I AM I am, that was from dead womb born,// That drank the spittle of your scorn.// And from the riches of your dumps// I got my meals in moldy lumps.// That little boy, frail fly magnet,// The Devil strung him in him net// And did put strength in his weak arms...// So come I now with untold harms!!// Bang ...// Don’t look at me with pleading eyes,// (For no conscience within me lies)// Else I see defiance in their pleas// Read More...

TO MY FELLOW YOUTHS// Today, I invite my imagination/ To stand on the platform of life/ And share with my fellow youths/ The words of wisdom/ You may sit down and listen…./ Lo, I see in your eyes The visions of corruption/ That you’ll suck the world dry/ When you grow to drink/ …the breast of this world//  Listen, o my dear youths/ Its breast is not as sweet/ As you prepare your lips to suck/ O it is bitter for all/ It secretes the milk of hardship/  ...more

TO MY FELLOW YOUTHS

TO MY FELLOW YOUTHS// Today, I invite my imagination/ To stand on the platform of life/ And share with my fellow youths/ The words of wisdom/ You may sit down and listen…./ Lo, I see in your eyes The visions of corruption/ That you’ll suck the world dry/ When you grow to drink/ …the breast of this world// Listen, o my dear youths/ Its breast is not as sweet/ As you prepare your lips to suck/ O it is bitter for all/ It secretes the milk of hardship/ ...more

Two is company.//  Three is one too many,//  For three is a crowd//  Where one wears a shroud.//    What kind of love is this//  So bereft of bliss?//  For you share with two//  That which for only one will do.//    “I love You” says you,//  How then can you love him too?//  Shall we be three//  Like the stones for cooking be;//  Like a tripod//  Bound by a single cord?//  ....

Two is company.// Three is one too many,// For three is a crowd// Where one wears a shroud.// What kind of love is this// So bereft of bliss?// For you share with two// That which for only one will do.// “I love You” says you,// How then can you love him too?// Shall we be three// Like the stones for cooking be;// Like a tripod// Bound by a single cord?// ....

Friend, have you heard//  Of that city of sheep,//  Whose bloated shepherds//  Walk not on two legs?//    Listen, friend, listen.//  I'll tell you of abominations//  That these eyes of mine//  Did there behold.//    There, are the sheep shorn,//  In the season of snow,//  To weave woolen garbs//  For the cloaked shepherd!//    Their teats are squeezed//  That the Shepherd may drink,//  While young one suck//  At dry breasts!//...

Friend, have you heard// Of that city of sheep,// Whose bloated shepherds// Walk not on two legs?// Listen, friend, listen.// I'll tell you of abominations// That these eyes of mine// Did there behold.// There, are the sheep shorn,// In the season of snow,// To weave woolen garbs// For the cloaked shepherd!// Their teats are squeezed// That the Shepherd may drink,// While young one suck// At dry breasts!//...

You;/  Sweet as the rose,/ Fair as the lily,/ Slender like the sugar cane stalk,/ Voice like the robin’s,/ Crowned like the palm…/  Why are you then/ A beggar without choice?/  Paw-paw envies your jugs,/ Elephant eyes your rump,/ Peacock hides her plumes,/ Nightingale goes mute/ …Even the wind pauses!/  How did you become/ A beggar without choice?/  ...more

You;/ Sweet as the rose,/ Fair as the lily,/ Slender like the sugar cane stalk,/ Voice like the robin’s,/ Crowned like the palm…/ Why are you then/ A beggar without choice?/ Paw-paw envies your jugs,/ Elephant eyes your rump,/ Peacock hides her plumes,/ Nightingale goes mute/ …Even the wind pauses!/ How did you become/ A beggar without choice?/ ...more

Slave!/ So you would be called/ With shackles on your neck and feet/ Broken lips, battered hips/ The flash of freedom, still/ In your troubled short dream/ And you would wake up more into slavery/   And one day, the freedom comes And you become your own master Your own slave Will you ever come out of those shackles? You plough more land for your own slavery What a miserable master of a stupid slave

Slave!/ So you would be called/ With shackles on your neck and feet/ Broken lips, battered hips/ The flash of freedom, still/ In your troubled short dream/ And you would wake up more into slavery/ And one day, the freedom comes And you become your own master Your own slave Will you ever come out of those shackles? You plough more land for your own slavery What a miserable master of a stupid slave

There was a Robin in my hood//  With nimble feet – oh! – he was good.//    And Robin nursed a broken wing//  But still to him did Arsene cling -//  For 7 eons without relent -//  Until the Robin’s wings had strength!//    1 season Robin made us fly-//  The Tots and Blues we did fly by.//  So Song, our Ox and all the boys//  Did bask is Gooners’ pleasant noise!    The Robin’s head became too big;///  He said, “Arsene, you aint my league”!//  And Robin ate the Devil’s pie -//

ROBIN van DEVIL

There was a Robin in my hood// With nimble feet – oh! – he was good.// And Robin nursed a broken wing// But still to him did Arsene cling -// For 7 eons without relent -// Until the Robin’s wings had strength!// 1 season Robin made us fly-// The Tots and Blues we did fly by.// So Song, our Ox and all the boys// Did bask is Gooners’ pleasant noise! The Robin’s head became too big;/// He said, “Arsene, you aint my league”!// And Robin ate the Devil’s pie -//

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