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“don’t shoot” “officer, see, my hands are both up lower your gun, my hands won’t drop” but the lawman’s gun remained pointing soon, desperate bullets it began spurting so the raised hands drop earth lost a soul wasted, cheated…soon to fill a six-feet hole one bullet, one choke-hold a life...

London is calling Mississippi, Amsterdam, Berlin, Mumbai, China and Moscow I hear the snow there is as white as the heavens And the walls of China double the lips of lies. But I have cotton stuck in my ears. Africa is calling Kenya with Swahili renditions Cape town with the...

We have returned, From a no-named world where skinny brown trees of muse bore trite words to feed starved lungs The performance of golden sandstorms Roasted-looking leaves rise and fall in obedience to the rotten wave For two full moon, my pallid pen lodged in this world where writers are...

Time flies, men rise Words said, truth heard Less proofs Husbands. . . . Less fathers Wives. . . . Less mothers Students. . . . Less scholars Caveats abound, violence compound High tables reserved, no honor observed And I, caught in a web of contrasts…. Conundrum’s my new name!...

LOVE ME was a winning entry written by Akinrinola Barnabas for the Words Rhymes & Rhythm College of Poetry as a classwork POETRY QUIZ (ACROSTIC POETRY) on the 24th of November 2014.

Keeps the home together She’s the home’s pillar Fights the home’s battles On her knees at night And the physical, She fights with all her might That’s who we call MOTHER. POWER OF A WOMAN. Loves you in times of want When you flop, she don’t front Manages you and...

NaTional Gangan A discuss with the Talking Drum; On the rhythmic science of Politics, Law of war and rhymes of corruption, lyrics of empiricism of racial discrimination, And Tribalism, a fruit of ethnicity Talkin Drum Replied : must the vampires’ covens be filled with blood nonsense’ treasures in the bloody...

Slain by feigned exuberances, Damaged dreams and unused chances, Prejudiced ordinances And several worthless hisses… Lying limp among the shards of reason, Where against the wall it was smitten Scholarliness now lacks season, This is treason, our fingers each bear the crimson. There is guilt on our consciences, A dint...

POETRY (a double acrostic), was first Published HERE.