Hey You!
The one reading my message,
Have you discovered something new?
After overcoming life’s wreckage!
Why do you cry?
You are not alone!
You can still soar high,
Walking on varied paths unknown!
You may fail a million times,
But never give up trying!
See how your spirit climbs,
No wonder, it feels so satisfying!
Bloom like a Lotus,
Grow through the stagnant pools of filth!
When life seems out of focus,
Remember that you are being REBUILT!
I will return,
One day I will,
Not because I lack guile,
But because of the need to be invigorated,
Oh yes I will return,
It will be enlivening I know,
Full of energy and enthusiasm,
My vivacity will be unheard of,
Full of uniqueness and gusto,
Not because I have made it,
But because rising and falling are a way of life,
I fall and rise in the same measure,
I will return,
Lacking sophistication no more,
Until I get there,
where my heart will be at ease,
Oh yes I will return.
Weep not Nigeria,
for justice is in the offing.
Weep not Nigeria,
for your cries resonate and ring.
Weep not Nigeria,
It’s time for your African spring.
Weep not Nigeria,
none shall usurp your role as king.
Weep not Nigeria,
for soon in ecstasy you’ll sing.
Weep not Nigeria,
for to towering heights you’ll cling.
Weep not Nigeria,
and soar atop the eagle’s wing.
Weep not Nigeria,
for your patience will gladness bring.
Weep not Nigeria,
it’s time to sing the ding dong song.
Weep not Nigeria,
for your misery will not be long.
Weep not Nigeria,
for you are numbered with the strong.
That child folded under me like a century of war-torn pages blown away and tethered into nowhere.
Now we sing alone, tearstruck.
A distant home falls harder every second but the skylorn crows don’t stop their skulking.
They are merciless.
One night the breach will break,
The music untangled into rapture beyond earthly recognition will stream through our veins again,
rising against storms that enrage survival.
Let’s leave lovelessness to rot away.
Just stay still with me underneath the stardusted shadow cries while we wait.
What words
are
left to say
what dance
yet
to finish
these days
pass by
no more
infuse
with the new
break
into the stream
plant a fresh
budding
thought
for an improved
bloom.
Don’t worry sweetie
the world will come to you
Except it doesn’t
and that is not how this works
The world can be a savage
despotic place where we have
to struggle just to be
Ransoms and rampages
Still it’s nice to believe
there’s an easy going good
in some people.