POLIHISS

It is sad that the polihiss claim to be our friend

But to what end?

Heartbreaking, is that they daily trade us with a kiss while we hiss.

In a crime scene they runaway and takeoff their uniforms for criminals to perform

They extort the masses and brutally assault us like their riffles

They break the laws with no warrant and even sell their conscience to the highest bidder.

Who says bail is free then I will hail.

Who says you can go and complain about a matter without pay?

Who says the polihiss are intelligent in their ignorance? 

What kind of friend will bring you to this sad end?

Akobadaba Olorun Majari o!

Specially dedicated to Victor Silas of Q & Q Services, Port Harcourt who have been missing for the past 7months during an official duty and the Polihiss are at it as usual.

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THE CONSCIENCE OF COMPLEX

I am just a child like you!

No! You are not!

You're strange as strange can ever be.

No! No! No! I am just a child like you!

I know the height of my skin speaks a volume but I am no way different from you!

You might be a child no doubt!

But what kind of child are you? - "An Oppressor"

If you call me an oppressor;

Then I see criminals around me!

Arrrr! If we ever stole, then you taught us how!

History has never lied and the gods are living witnesses!

No! They are dirts worshiped in ignorance!

Let's beat this "Etimkpa" blue-black!

Please don't fight me!

I am just a child in your midst and I said nothing of such and such

But we heard it all through the colour of your skin!

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SPEAK

Speak to the bleak in me

To see the peak of your glory

Stick by me and pick me out before I freak out.

Angered in anguish

Languishing at my diminishing

If na curse, It is finished!

I am so empty

Help, seems so faraway

And your face I seek!

And your face I see! 

Lead me through the nights so dark

Help me wake up in the days so bright

Forgive me, Don't forsake me, My King, My God!

I am yours and yours alone

Speak to the desert in me

To drink in abundance; in abundance!

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QUI SUIS-JE? - WHO AM I?

My French Poem, English Version Below:

QUI SUIS-JE?

Qui suis-je?

Je suis noir comme la marmite de Mama.

O mon cher pere!

Les annees etaient passe sans vous autour de moi

Votre case d'amour a ete detruit et brutalement remplacer.

Qui va me retrouver?

Car j'ai perdu sans trace, sans la connaissance de mienne.

Ogun veut que je parle avec lui

Il prete des oreilles

Il ecoute attentivement

Hmm, si j'ouvre la bouche!

Sans doute; il va me dire que je repete encore!

WHO AM I?

Who am I?

I am black to the core like Mama's cooking pot.

O my dear father!

Many years have gone by without you by my side.

Your loving home was scattered abroad and rudely occupied.

Who can find me again?

Because I am lost without trace, without the knowledge of who I am!

Ogun wants me to chat with him

He has given me all ears

He listens attentively!

Hmm! If my mouth should open!

Without doubt, he will say to me, "my ears can't hear clearly"

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A SMILE LIKE LISA'S

A smile like Lisa's
Is an expensive jewel seen on many few
Running tumbling down
Hot liquid balls behind every smile
Poison is somewhat sweet before it kills inside

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BREAD WINNERS

Littering the streets are bread winners
Sent out like Jehovah witness preachers
To win our pockets for their thirst.
Some of them are less than eight
Shouldering the responsibilities of mum and dad
Who would neither work nor toil
But of the bedroom an active athlete;
Running very fast to deliver yet another bread winner littering the streets.
Indeed, every need has an eagle to feed
So, early enough they are taught how to feed on our sympathy
And from it, they've won the bread for today.

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A BROKEN HEART

Never you share a bed with a broken heart!
If you do,
You will end up broken in two's,
Too broken to mend.
The bed of a broken heart is always wet
No comedian can make dry the bed of sorrows
Tomorrow has no worth
What matters is the end
Since the life we live has no friend.
Tears are too evil to be hidden
Shed them like leafs till the heart is exhausted of a sweet love song.
To heal a broken heart
Red wine makes it worse
Thoughts are as wild as the west
Words, not enough to console
Time, how long?
So long the broken heart is ready to heal
A broken heart is always broken
A token from the broken is shared when you share a bed
As the healer becomes the broken!

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