To join Indians in their Celebration of the 64th years of Independence -
(15/08/1947), I have a 64-lines poem written thus:
IN DEPENDENCE – NOT INDEPENDENCE…
By The Jungle Poet
Heroes have tried to face the gun
to save our land and now they're gone
with hope to hear the dancing drum
of smiling eyes and new reform
but vice versa is brought in turn
by gold-diggers that share the corns
with selfish minds and heartless beings -
oppressing souls for worldly things...
Heroes had fought for freedom sake;
aliens were sent away with aches
and brought relieve to every mind
to share the smiles with living kinds;
but politics of modern days
has spoilt the fruits of freedom base -
Ranking the poor to super-poor
looting their purse to fill their store...
The gentle men of peaceful night
are none but youths with future bright
who faced the toils to go to schools
to shape their minds with earning tools.
With all their strength they tried to heave
the heroes' dream with strong belief
that once a day their road will smooth
but now today they live with sooth...
Elections call for shedding bloods -
And activists are flogged with rods;
The silent minds with beating hearts;
The ploughers’ tools are foes to earth;
Even inkers are not at ease,
And lovers too can never kiss.
Constitutions are turned over
To suit their needs and hold power
Without a fear of Human Right –
Without a care for crying sights…
They use the shrines to boost their ways
And never think to count their days
For they have bought the souls of priests
And think they’re now unconquered beasts…
They rape and kill and jail with ease;
Decrees are formed for mouth to wheeze;
They steer the land with hunger dents;
And fill prisons with innocents…
And those we called the government guards
Are just the tools to make it hard
And kill the dream of heroes past
And silent souls with deadly blast –
They lie and file against the souls
And work with courts to fill the holes
Quoting sections and subsections
In books they planned for oppressions…
Shakespearean time was filled with masks
Obama’s time has called for axes;
The public purse is blessed with tears
And masses hearts are filled with fears…
No one to speak the bitter truth
Atrocity has spread its booth
And stand at ease (like soldier’s boot -
Ready to clear the men on foot)
With Generals of soul clearing
And sharp shooters of no bearing…
And every year they gather us
For matching pass of men of force
To stab the end of alien’s rule
And mark the birth of selfish rule…
''Does God exist?''
I asked myself.
Where every palm
is filled of bloods?
And every tongue
Darkness and light
Are all covered
with mourning here
Does God exist?
I doubt he does -
is just a tale...
He gives a doubt
He never cease
to freeze a bit
on those that cane
The rotten hearts
are kings on earth;
the cobra tongues
rejoice around -
They never feel
a bit of cry
and never taste
a bitter soup
and yet we say
that God exists...
A child in need -
A child indeed.
I cherish thee
for being her key
I know her dreams
are made by thee
by giving her
the hopeful star...
I wish I have
A child like thee
to be with me
in all my ways
and share my joy
and vice versa...
May all your days
be filled with grace
Feeding back your framed letter -
When the God of all decreed;
having formed the earth and man,
that the world should feel the light
darkness said its bye to earth.
Ask your mind a simple quest:
Why does eye request for light
When itself is called the light?
Devil runs its runs in dark -
Often paint the minds with black...
Aliens brought the light to us,
but they hold the light and share
to their dogs that dance the tune
that they beat - to shape their land…
They repaint their dangling bus
and extract the blessed soil
and amass the wealth and brain
of Nija without a pay…
BBC and CNN
and the rest they call media
are their glues to blind the world
and deafen the ears of orb…
Crisis rules the South and North
just because of kolanut!
Selfishness in West and East -
rulling by the care-less beasts!
Hope the guards that opened ground
for the men of gentle night
to retrieve by force the cash
have rethought and stopped the task…
The beloved country you said
will deny to stop crying
until those we called the heads
lull their mum with folded hands…
Hunger holds the mouths of young
and it mutes the voice of old
to request for smiling stay
on their land and dancing days...
If at all YOU worship God
and you know that once a day
you’ll account for what you say,
Say the truth my lovely friend!
Stay in CAGE with hungerhood?
Eat the smoke of firewood?
If your home is not in PEACE,
Go afar to bring the EASE!
Dieing there will bring the hell
and your tears will fill the well!
POVERTY can blind the mind!
Let the truth prevail my friend!
Dear a friend I call in need,
How Nija and all her kids?
Hope you've packed the burnt bodies;
What of those unlucky souls
that her lanes have put in holes?
What about the young graduates
that giraffe to see their mates
who were born with crown on head
by the stars of stony hearts
that exploit the soils on earth?
Hope you're used to darkness night
and enjoy the blinking light.
How are those that lead shrines;
Pseudo Mallams and fake pastors?
Now I heard they live like kings
With thier lies and Satan rings...
What about the strong farmers
who are now like hungry rats...
Send regards to all the rest
that depart like east and west;
though I know the God of hope
shall be there for you to cope...
Thanks a lot for usual clues
on the hope in jungle zoos...