Thoughts of a nationalist (1)

  The sounds of the cymbals, Moorings of the prophets, Bitter hospitality of the hostess, Naira falls, Dollar rises Demons fall, Angels rise.   The cries of recession, Pangs of absolute poverty, Wealth flared in zealous alacrity, Prices up, standards down Aristocrats up, Peasants down.   The happiness of sorrow, Sweet choke of nemesis, Indescribable […]

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Destruction

She howls like an owl Panders like the panther Pants like the deer Tweets like the birds All things are relative Polar opposite or strictly opposite The reward for works is sorrow Sweaty hands long calloused Fleshy muscles long expanded No reprieve, only despair All expenses paid, Destruction is mutual Creeping in like venom Sucking […]

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Expectations

Sitting on the throne Within the hallowed confide of the White House An enigmatic President trumps Shock plagues the nation The weight of expectations of a nation becomes his personal headache His policies the national interest His failures his own personal tragedy Expectations! Expectations! The office all of a sudden doesn’t seem fun The national […]

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War Cry

Where ya warriors at? Quickly, the enemy camp is advancing as fast as speed cars As plenty as sandgrains As determined as daredevils Where ya warriors at? The watchtower is deserted The countryside is desolated Indigenes taking to their heels Families hiding in their dens Where ya warriors at? This is a war cry!

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War Heroics

​In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin; If you could hear, at […]

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Ammunition

A thousand cries steers the bandit To a solid victory A thousand woes drives the victim To a sinister defeat Stardom starks  the victor Hunger sucks at the loser Ammunitions everywhere Blind people grumbling Visionaries setting the peace Bullets drafting through the air Obsolete defence mechanism set up Success a Pipedream Failure our reality Ammunitions […]

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