The picture is the picture
and we live the facts
But the picture ain't right image
and the acts deny the facts
When our neighbours frown
what shall we tell them
The figures are the figures
and we know the facts
But the figures ain't translating
and the nation is stagnating
When our children cry
what shall we tell them
The speeches are the speeches
and we know the facts
But the speeches ain't conveying
and the nation is decaying
When our parents bleed
what shall we tell them
The experts are the experts
and we have the best
But the experts serve another
and the nation seems asunder
When investors cringe
what shall we tell them
The clerics are the preachers
and we know the facts
But religion turns pavilion
as vices hit contagion
When ancestors call
what shall we tell them
The braindrain is economic
and we know the facts
But the drain can be sweetgain
once leaders stop their looting
When the UN screams
what shall we tell them
The new world is the New World -
knowledge, culture, nature
And every bit we have lots
begging honest action
When tomorrow does call
let the nation stand tall
For, once we earn the victory
we have lots to tell them!
Just as the Internet happened upon us and changed our world, I foresee poetry in a new and renewed resurgence: the shorthand for social communication, back-stopping our drift away from heavy reading. Verses for the Masses promotes the Culture of "Popular Poetry", will help make our day, our way, our world, a better blend. Here be First Leg of my Literature Tripod & New Media Offerings. See "myblogversations" for Drama and "webloreswebtales" for Short Stories" on blogspot.com
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Count Your Silence
Life causes scant pause
but we must pause
or be paused...
both by a cause, for a cause
and the pulse of our source
The course of life
is thus rife for strife
Then silence...
the elders' sentence
is balm
Hmm. Elders!
but we must pause
or be paused...
both by a cause, for a cause
and the pulse of our source
The course of life
is thus rife for strife
Then silence...
the elders' sentence
is balm
Hmm. Elders!
Deal and Dealt
Deal a hand
dealt a hand
Strived for orange
were served lemon?
Ha ha ha!
Strife not, oh striver...
Lemonade it
and serve with glee
Ha ha ha!
Dealt a hand
deal a hand
dealt a hand
Strived for orange
were served lemon?
Ha ha ha!
Strife not, oh striver...
Lemonade it
and serve with glee
Ha ha ha!
Dealt a hand
deal a hand
Jubilee Knocks!
Thank God for both big and small mercies! I am writing with great gratitude myself, as with my dear country Nigeria, for resuming my blogs on the eve of our Fiftieth Independence Anniversary. Details will follow on why and how I've been off. But I apologize sincerely.
As I write, there is optimism in the air and in my own heart. If we cannot speak for the past, we can certainly play a worthy part in the plans for the future. These are indeed challenging times, exciting times, momentous times.
Your humble blogger shall do his bit. May God's Plan for country and citizen be fulfilled in Jesus' Name. Amen.
God bless NIGERIA!
As I write, there is optimism in the air and in my own heart. If we cannot speak for the past, we can certainly play a worthy part in the plans for the future. These are indeed challenging times, exciting times, momentous times.
Your humble blogger shall do his bit. May God's Plan for country and citizen be fulfilled in Jesus' Name. Amen.
God bless NIGERIA!
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