Green and white detribalised our existence Our grumblings are more private than public Alas! Our ears have been listened to dialogues Will writers present a collective opinion? While the nation’s children live together Like children of unknown concubines Fighting for the rights of their mothers Would the writers watch? Men and women in native attire… Continue reading AMALGAMATION OF PAINS by Bada Yusuf Amoo
Tag: revolution
HERO OF THE HOUR
I am the Hero Hovering over the hour Dancing to the rhythm Of the ticking clock I am the Hero of the Hour That Seduces time with my pen I make Time sleep With my ink and birth my thoughts I am the hero The voice of the masses Unleashing terror on the tyrants Speaking… Continue reading HERO OF THE HOUR
OLD SOLDIER NEVER DIES
When I hear hopeless denizens Hooting like night owls Perched on frail branches Of smooth-bark Iroko trees Begging life’s support From crevices of rocky tablets Painted by your seductive brush That only flowed to calm urgy-nerves Of frustrated trusts seeking justice; When yester-memories flashback fresh bloody scenes Of Eight Ogoni men Tied to a stake… Continue reading OLD SOLDIER NEVER DIES
THE MYSTIC MESSAGE (ÁROKÓ )
We are in grave danger Of losing our future to political interlopers Let’s find a lasting solution To the drum of trauma We own a larger part of crude oil Yet we lack it’s feasibility Our young men turn into history In the hands of the looters Their river of destruction has overflowed its banks… Continue reading THE MYSTIC MESSAGE (ÁROKÓ )
MY PEN POWER
My sun rises in the East Setting not in the West The North sees me and smile My brightness South deny not; Turning moon’s direction To beam on darkness places My star illuminates men turning riff raffs to Aaron’s rod, ever blossoming; all by my PEN POWER Obatala marvels at my creativity Orunmila asks me… Continue reading MY PEN POWER
OUR FATHERS
Our exalted fathers kissed the steel and made thousand crowns of chain upon their throttled necks from barns where their being beamed dim. Fetid festers watered their fetters’ studs holy waters for new converts they shared communion with their heads the lip of dawn bore their detritus. What have they not learnt, harvesting blood like… Continue reading OUR FATHERS
PATCHED UMBRELLA, SCATTERED BROOM
Watching these people Laying the future On a keg of kerosene This is a trip I walk with fear When the rain flogs painfully Through the faded, patched umbrella… Oh! The nay-tion streets are dirty Where is the broom To sweep out the sorrow of the nay-tion I weep! They’ve came by, holding the umbrella… Continue reading PATCHED UMBRELLA, SCATTERED BROOM
N4 MILLION NAP
Look at them! Retirement is not in their register Rest is another sad word to them Dozing off in the duty of healing our nation Grey hairs fill the seats meant for young hair In the talking house, they recycle themselves With different names – many of them are formers Not many new names! Not… Continue reading N4 MILLION NAP
I WILL BE BACK AFTER THE WAR
Aduke, don’t cry! I am strong enough to fight life with the claws of my pen This war claimed Awo’s breath and dug him six feet beneath stole Azik’s motion, turned him into a withered tree This war is challenging, Aduke But shall I sit to watch posterity’s dreams washed down memory lane? Aduke, remember… Continue reading I WILL BE BACK AFTER THE WAR
I AM NOT A POET
I am not a poet! Unspoken eta choke me So ink will never run dry from the feathers Unshed amiove flood me So I will always weep upon paper I am not a poet! Do not be betrayed My concern is more what is false that what is true Forgive me if I failed A… Continue reading I AM NOT A POET