The circus running in losses,
The audience almost left
And the artistes lesser in number,
The animals too not much.
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The Dark Divine Maid,
Light sparkling itBeneath.O, come you and go seeingThe face,The Face Divine,The Magnificent Face Divine of Hers,Mother in a strange mood of Her Own!O, you go seeing the Dark Maiden,The Maid Divine,The Leg Divine of Hers,Light sparkling beneath,Lighting Divine!The Dark Divine in a mood of Her Own,Yea, the Dark Divine,Grand and huge,Magnificent and grandiloquent,Weird and grotesque…
Release, release them, the Nigerian schoolgirls,
For destiny’s sake,All those who want to read,All those who want to see the light,Militants,The girls abducted,Have, have mercy on them!Release them, release them kindly, O Nigerian militants,The little-little schoolchildren,The schoolgirlsAt your mercy and kindness,Wanting to read, wanting to get light,Release them, release them please,o militants!
Bob Dylan’s dilemma
Wrote downWere poems or not,Whetherthese wereCarrying a traditionLearnt from and perfectedOver the years?A singer of heart,A music-maker,He is a rock ‘n roll man,A man gone blues,A guitarist,A lover, a singer, a musicianAll combined in one,A country and folk musician and lyricist.
On the Facebook whose face shall I come to see
Just chat from far offOnline if the link is available,Recharge vouchers toned up,Money paid beforeAnd there is no load-shedding?Just the modern urban and busy technocratic menConverse with,I mean chat they taking Indian chaat,Spicy, fried and salald mixed,Salted and sauce sprinkled fast and junk food,Taking chaat and chatting.
As the mentality has not changed over the years,
Conservative and orthodox mentality,Patriarchal and narrowOf ghettos and taboos.But rather than suppressing it nowWe open it more for media coverage and profitAnd business rather than redressing the woundsOf the victims under trauma and tension.
Whatever say you,
But a gentleman,A clean man indeedFrom his within,Beyond the reachOf the politicians.