Pull me up
Burden overburden
I’m sinking very fast
this is more than my fair share
of the cross, I must bear.
I’m sinking into this quicksand
my feet are losing grip
I need some good help
and I need it very quickly.
I’m crying in this bellow
no one seems to care
I’m going down being swallowed
this is more than my fair share
I’m stretching like a rubber
is there an end to it
can’t go any further
it stretches until it buck.
I think I need a strong hand
to pull me to the shore
to save me from being swallowed
and give me my fair share. End.
I drift away
I drift,
For only a moment,
To a faraway isle,
Funny how much can be done,
In just a moment or two.
It’s like it’s been forever
I’ve been on the aisle.
I visit friends and long last relatives,
I haven’t seen them since the slavery days,
When we climb tall trees,
Escaping from hungry dogs which hunt our hearts as trophies,
And drink our blood, to quench their thirst.
We smile, feeling relief and relaxed,
Knowing that in my drift we were secure and out of reach.
We take turns, fighting and defeating slave hunters I encounter along the trail.
I Jump off cliffs,
Escaping from those who hunt me,
Evaporating in the midst of the battle to their disgust.
Hungry to enslave me,
And subject me to servitude,
Which I so detest.
I visited towns that were prohibited,
And sail on rivers I couldn’t afford,
I cross border fortify with tankers and battleships.
I went to Timbuktu,
The cradle of knowledge,
And speak with a chief,
From the Ibibio clan,
My ancestors gave me a tour.
Yes, all these I did,
All these feats I accomplish,
In just adrift,
A moment ago. End.
I choose it
But I choose the wrong one
it’s helpless
I smash up the plan.
Cant repair it
material scare
can’t defend it
can’t keep pace.
Thought I had it
Thought it was fit
made a move
and I slip
What the hell to do
Satisfaction or tears
to say I’m satisfied
I would be telling a lie. End.
Life long journey
Life long journey,
seeking food for the gut
the more you eat
it is as if not.
Seeking out a decent living is just part of the journey,
of the story, there are other trimmings to make it whole.
The gut, that receptacle that seems never to end, what you eat today, becomes the foundation of tomorrow.
A rendezvous with the end, eat today for tomorrow’s strength for the task ahead.
Navigating life’s rough and tumble journey it seems is just for this unquenchable threat, eat well today, for many is just a last eat.
Nation vs Nation
Nation against nation
fighting like a tribe
a call to the united nation
this is no free ride
the blood-shedding
flowing like a stream
at night as I sleep
this is my dream.
Soldiers were babies
and children with a heart
but are now on the frontline
playing their part.
The soldier became a machine
killing without a thought
People and their leaders
Where is your part? End