ABANDON OF HAVES... Among the foreign trend soul Africa ride Afflictions we sowed mind Negro race; A freedom chase Our contest; A long trip Imported roads we lie tied Fighting night cold the country side High healed home have stolen our soul & skills Beautified earthen taps; The street we hawk milk An amazing satellite future trek on bare foot Journey of long mile we prefer using foot Place with difference; Where do we hail from? Why base in foreign exchange? Jewelries; To buy gold Our exchange; A foreign life Strangers we usually know; Merely by our mother's tongue Humans avoid life for a marathon Ups and down movement; An open minded Seeing all eyes; A blindfolded Chase of a white collars job Tit-tat we toe town Quick in quiz queue Like earthen sand As we abandon our haves To have more Struggle of life isn't a strong bone? Hard to crack Lives on With two or numerous troubles Added to existing ones Like; kids,kits and kin Where we know no safety There we bury head Our honourable names; The back door embassy Before the journey flight No black friend in the life Of a black man All in hid identity Claiming the white man's life Seeing people The road side Thus web,thatch, Canal,the underground.... My home African brothers And the abandoned bridges Mississippi river flows there in There the beggars ride And there also vehicle of life heaped us Where could one spend life? Keep knelling Or sit as if standing Waiting for a waned hope Cutting corners... Can we survive only by people's aid? Staying abroad like one living with AIDS! Security heavily lock the city Starting from the middle East, South America, Asia down to California Benefits of life we know not Begging for alm isn't a beggars choice? Who knows the givers mind? Our war abroad isn't heavier? Nothing we even saw at home Natural disasters enveloped us; Flood,earthquake, hurricane, war, diseases, drought, stand our way Hopelessness and stagnation; Two agents of disabilities Behold! human turn down our refuge To a life threatening lodge Living a hide and seek life To sneak danger Blacks and the white police We suffer life sentence, execution And deportation... A weapon after us! Renewal of paper, passbook A traveller's card Our home chores Flies we use breakfast A terror of the night In a world of no human feelings Negros are treated like mere dungs Blacks like us; Used, to clean dirt... Could this be the white man's life Many questions I 've always asked; Is there no life in Africa? How do people survive doing farming in America? Is there any other means to survive order than the air we breath? Our certificates, And the degree holders; A waste in overseas Since you can't cry out loud Among the blacks, whose a lucky one? Whose fate still breathe life Instead burnt ashes Our life have lavished abroad! It is in foreign man's hand We are used for refuse; Ritualist for Rituals Adulterers for Adulteries Traffickers for Trafficking Our head usually a loyalty For something we know not Who smear joy? And who among men live a happy mind? Street deep in thought; We work wealth And luckily living Our rights roams in dungeon Street Is here truly our existence? Why still live like outcasts? Oh Negro life speechless! Water we buy Food we 're deprived Currency on hide Our job; a give and take Taxes; unemployed Power for Honourables Hour Haves Trials have not All these our refusal for Home calling Till the year keep turning Our soul a true brotherhood of "" ALA-BU-OTU"" A destructive slogan Among black beings We 've all claim we' re one race Don't you know the sound of" "IGBO'S-GONG'' Brotherhood in John Kennedys inn Wine and dine in Saintiego' s club Love and care far from Los Angeles lodge Many of the rich house in our clan Treated like street pushers abroad And terribly butchered around town By the world rulers,including adults and infants Abandon of Haves To have more FEMINIST WORLDMy father's demise brought me gold coast My blood finally give up on harlot road The aches of Childhood has left a stretch mark on the back of my old age Strength of our country men is sold We fake love in disguise Can one sip poison and seek twice? Over pampering once spoilt my old life Our problem a trace from women's tribe Many of them on mobile Too strange; An odd mind They have no job,a gold mine Why do men choose to dine on red wine? All we have; A sacrifice With life we are bound to pay the big price Many of this wrath waits to unknown end With full trust they vow to be crucified on my own laps Begging i procreate for their husband Men without manhood! Its a pity when men feed on women's struggle Do we really have a home to build? Why live my fellow man's life? Alas! My past mistake i 've given a new birth! The masculine world in tragedy Women mistake me as their fellow woman My foreign friends say am a mere feminist It has down on me this time! How do I cover my outpouring pain? Can we hide the raw truth? What will I tell my unborn child? Why do men live a feminist life? Where husbands are compelled to do the wish of their own wives Men were seen to be too weak No place to call a home No single decision of my own Those accommodated by women are not real men I face a challenge of a teddy bear A woman paid a price on my own head And still call me by full name "HUSBAND" My people were without Shame when they gave my hand in marriage Who impose a curse on our traditions? Indeed our men are not made for actions How can we fold arms we the male folks And allow the female counterparts ruin the affairs of our own home? But they called it "LOVE" When I talk,they laugh it off Many said is the common tie Cos a female gained us mere freedom For this reason we should all drown on their own laps They even said I have no moral right To lay my hand on my woman When she does wrong If I don't correct her by words... Won't I correct her with my bare hands? How will she change? They called it ''''ABOMINATION"" Many called me names.... Protesting as if they have gone mad That right of women must be protected They foretold I would face a penalty For breaking the country's rules How do men survive life in a feminist world? They said our role is to stay at home And watch the female counterparts do the whole farming Even babies most time get fade up Will I continue like this till I get old? Won't I go stealing busy doing nothing? Shouldn't I work for the future of the unborn child? How do we survive with one life? Our government is runned by a woman A half man; People with immortal mind And we call that life While the so called men sit back at home Busy doing nothing With folded arms watching the world a whole lot We need a change in our government! Who among you has a cure to our ailment? If only we can give a listening ear to our nightmares And take up a fight for our common right Who will disarm our government? It seems am the only one concerned... A woman in charge of our airflow A marriage my fellow men called life Still they share their women With uncommon men Men without manhood They keep saying is normal When I say Its ""AdULTERY"" And something against the law They would clamor to stone me to death Or threaten to send me packing Imagine a woman playing the role of a giant Ah! How will I know my unborn child When my wife put to bed? Won't my heir be claimed by a fellow man? Because of our subjection to feminist world Go spit your fire on our elders Go tell the men on sleep to act fast Go tell the people on the street to make haste Go tell the men on suit the main fact Tell them there's no time Remind them we must live fine Sing to our fathers in casket our usual song Tell them in time of trial We must stay wake This is the hour We must not waste The firewood they fetched in dry season Has risen to consume us The subjection they put us through Have caused Heaven a handshake Tell them today they must all wake To see with their blind eyes where the world has led us Explain to them they 're all fakes For using their hand to change our own fate And misplaced it as the will of the gods Even the gods are on curse They know nothing They all share from our long sufferings No one is allowed to appease them Because it's only the women that do the talking If they say we should talk we talk Else we will all remain to die in silence IGEDE THE SPIRIT DANCEDance not my child! The heartbeat of Igede drum For It is far from your perceived joy Dance not to the elevation of its sound Its resounding voice only breeds menace Why not Wait until the drumming fade? So you could see the danger of its taste With the hand slapping of the drum A grievous signal is drawn Tubam! Tubam! Tubam! A ceremonial call of massacre Hailing the victims of stillbirth Dance not my child! Igede the spirit dance With its resounding voice of a temporal victory coupled with allies of harmony pampering the tragedy of future woes When trial is called does it not hunts the victim and neighborhood? Dance not my child! Igede the warfare song A drum soaked with blood of our kin Better hold your life stiff And in wisdom be keen For Igede parades with vengeance visiting the deeds of the fathers To the children even the ones yet unborn Caution my child! Be patient so you don't bow to the vocal tone Nor draw disaster near our post Let your ear first do the dancing And if possible let your leg flee In pursuit of a long life For here lies the end of numerous dreams And as many ve been burnt Dance not my child! The dance of the spirit force Dance not to the whims and caprice of the political overlords Dance not to Igede the spirit dance It is your future you ve been made to exchange Eating your tomorrow today Forgotten the plight in each gain. PROS & CONS I use to live like a pagan
Though not that I don't know who God is, I only wanted my peace Instead of casting and binding my own neighbors any time am on my knees. Or busy rendering my offerings to enrich the rich. I wanted to live like a philosopher, Not that I don't know God exist, I only want to do things my way, Just for the sake of joy and bliss. I don't mind if I fail or succeed. There are time I choose to live like the scientist,in order to have more Knowledge of God, And prove the world wrong on the things they claim came to exist without origin or a trace. I would like to live like the great inventor, To create just like God, And be famous with my work. Most times I feel happy living Like a Muslim who is afraid to offend his God, Simply because he lives by the law. I use to live like an idle man or the street beggar who feel there's no need to work, only rely on the alms of strangers and friends, In as much he can eat and survive. There are some days i allow my pride to govern so people can know my worth I don't die in silent I only vomit my thought The other time when I decide not to be cool, I only wanted to be hot. I use to live like the rich, Who got his eyes on his wealth and care less about lending some of his time to God, Until tragedy befalls on him, then he can run back to the Church so his problem could be solved. There are period i live like a hypocrite whose Presence is felt in the Church, He's endowed with speaking in tongues, He even recite and preach God's word, he is faultless in his eyes any way, After all says and done, then he still go the way of the world. Sometimes I think and live like the poor, who doesn't bother acquiring much wealth, Could it be his thinking is low, He's always afraid of risk, hence he has a little food that can keep his strength. Often times I live like the parliaments, who would implement the law, and decide not to live by it Because to them obeying the law isn't by force. I am just like the philanthropist, who doesn't receive back what he give. Many who ask him receive He extend his help to the less privilege in the street. I use to live as if am insane Even when going my way I talk only to myself I hiss and punch the air busy blaming my past. Several times I 've lived just like the common man who wants a simple life but restricted by the law of his land. I wish to be like the Christians Who were told to exchange right for wrong And the good for evil And give love for hate Only with their faith they can convince their God. I wish life is fair My problems I wouldn't like to share, Though life doesn't end up here, I know not everybody is aware.
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