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Countless days, infinite nights; I have been journeying wilderness Like I have not a mind of my own, I've been carrying your heavy cross Like I have no freedom of my own, I've been abiding your rude rules, When my request can't be granted Useless is my dances in your house Now am wise and gone, don't call me, Not again... I will never worship! For you, for long, I've been sacrificing I have been timing my timeless time, Yet your ears were deaf to hear my cry Yet your eyes were blind, to see my tears, Yet your hands were short to raise me up Yet your mouth insisted to speak me life, Your foot I followed but not to success city Till when should I sow on a mountain top? Now am convinced from your confusion Not again... I will never worship! Now am gone, call me not, I won't answer Now am gone, find me not, am not missing, Now am waving bye to your drilling desert Now I've found a fruitful fertilised forum, Now I belong to a testifying ...

                                       0000, pains street,                                        Off redemption road,                                        Destruction city,                                        Agony state, Hell.                                      17th September, 2017. 06, lost street, Off reconciliation road, Forbidden city, Sinful state. Earth. Dear living souls,               WARNING BEFORE YEARNING      My kin...

Dearly beloved kinships; If today you see me here with no more myself, Or my ways change like unstable weather Under my sealed tongue; a Rome of words unspoken, If I remain this unconscious, stay conscious to always remember; That, I am still yours, yours, the same one you ever know. Poke me but, not with that blemish blame I have a story to tell, yes, a story, I mean to tell, But how can a lame soul paint a whole heart? I wish I could think, but I think I can not think, My deciding estate has now been hijacked by strangers; This heart is no more my own, market is it, a government of crowd and crows. Few hours ago, my white I traded for a pure black These broken lines I stole from an hungry man's face, Tho' I was so broke to pay the price, yet with scares money; This expensive tears across my cheeks, I bought from a motherless baby, This loneliness I plucked from a full moon in an unblinking sky Few hours ago, my love walked away, without a farewell. A long...

Dead men alive; Are the beasts of no nation, Kinship to ambassadors of poverty For they jog the same lane. Dead men alive; Are the grey hairs Proving youth at their due resting hour, For they had no plans. Dead men alive; Are the healthy, muscled bodies Seating idly in the morning, For they shall cry and see no tears at night. Dead men alive; Are those who sing But their songs doesn't exceed “freedom", For each were created as a giant. Dead men alive; Are the right deniers Causing people trouble, make them suffer, For they are problems to humanity. Dead men alive; Are those students Chanting education is not easy, For they'll be doom in ignorance. Dead men alive; Are the teachers That do look down on students, For they are nothing but a discourage. Dead men alive; Are the religion leaders That deceives people from the right path, For their labour stink to God. Dead men alive; Are the congregations Who are being deceived by fak...

We're nothing, but sheep Zero-mercies shepherds fenced, Those which bold broken lines Fighting to possess positions, Across their squeezed faces. Before, after And round our paths A tormenting slash smiles at us, The deafening silence whistle A call to track in agony, By force, we take each every steps. Towards a place of no soil Hastily we pick our rough race, With our disgusting wants Till our tiny thin body, Could hold no more our huge head. Like a jammed up transporter; Our body is tired of wall combats, Our spirits is dying from webs But yet, as strong as Aso, Our master mind focuses forth. Optimistically into our heavy hearing It keeps voicing it non-verbally, “This reckless road is almost at its dot" “Our freedom city is just at the corner", These, we admit to water our radiator. Lo! Someday you shall push us to the wall And then back- we shall turn, With our tooth to vampires' We shall ask for our fundamental right When t...

With the old you, here was my hut We walked, we talked, we fought but never hurt, I abhorred you in my heart, so I was bolder The reason I never shiver when I stood on your shoulder, I could reach further to pluck the standing stars For you were the cleanser that heals my scars. Seconds ticked, minutes tacked, hours went astray Days passes, yet in my heart, you never slip away, The location and distance is what I couldn't control But I always grab all opportunities to re-enrole, As hastily that I barely wait to put on my shoe I really missed you, you know I do. Here I am now, with another in your picture Painting those memories with you like a vision of rapture, The real you is the one with a magical touch, the one that brightens day with smiles The one that plaits my rough hair, with which I run miles, The one I wish to see always by my side, till I grow The one that put it up to fight with me, when I turn to go. When you said I should expect much from you no ...