SHAME

Hope is locked up in the closet
Breakthrough is pocketed deep inside some pockets
Development is sat upon by some strange humans
With sword innocent eyes are being plucked
Stream no longer flow water but blood
Young seeds no longer serve its planters
But plucked by thieves to glorify their shame
Here we see wealth but can’t behold
We awaits hope not forthcoming

Here we seek justice from the lawless
Here we are at the mercy of the heartless
Trusted methods have failed in the hands of the distrusted
Now we live in the mockery of our lives
Our offspring have gone to serve in a strange land
With a full grown hope in inhuman jobs
Hope in the money given to deduct only feeding
To immediately return back the rest in the name of utility bills
Hope in the place where they are in total denial of love
Total hope is in the self slavery that bring meal

If blood flowing were sacrificial
It’s enough to take away our reproach rather than adding
Even though nature have given us everything richly
But greediness of our hearts have defeated the gift
Our shallow minds have led us astray
We have spilled blood on nature
Invited disaster to the land supposed to be peaceful

Now confusion lives everywhere with us
Even the wicked have done so much evil
That their lists are blank and totally in misery
This is a reality that brings down tears
Heavy slap on the face of an hopeless giant
Shame! Shame!! Shame!!! I feel

REMEMBER

Yesterday’s wars and struggles gone
The dropped down tears have dried up
The downtrodden is now raised up
Think about the tearfully planted seeds
That have brought these fat proceeds
Have you forgotten the co-runners of yesterday?
Who never completed the race to see today?
Remember the strongholds before now
What about the sleepless long nights?
The wet days under Eko Bridge?
Think about the lonely path toured
So soon forgotten how the story goes
Remember the hell before the help
The thirst, hunger, homelessness
Don’t forget your transition between then and now
Someone somewhere is wearing your formal shoe
Extend a help for a difference!

THE PROUD

Head high like a gigantic storey building
All others are ordinary ground
Walking down the hood
Singing himself songs of praise and adoration
He is the only custodian of wealth
His wisdom surpasses others
In his eyes he remains the best

Who dares question his authority?
All heads must bow to his majesty
His words to others are destructive weapons
To him, destinies mean nothing
His heart fully hardened
Only his life means something
His life, the pride, his doom

In spite of his incomparable wisdom
Full of crisis is his household
Wealth is his wall of security
Evil people are indeed proud and arrogant
Gathered wealth through evil means
Fattest offering for shutting up reward
If only he can accept he’s foolish

But at last,
Who is always in trouble?
Who argues and fight?
Who has cuts and bruises?
Whose eyes are red?

Wisdom brings strength not weakness
With, battles are won diligently
But a life void of wisdom of God
Purely nothing but a shattered life
If only we can plead for wisdom
Put away our destructive pride
Remembering wealth and honor forever never

DAYS OF MY LIFE

DAYS OF MY LIFE

Days of my life seems endless but countable
These days I have, only God is my witness
The days of my life only God I trust
The days of my life only God I know
Of the things I do in my days
To the knowledge of God almighty alone
God, the only consolation in times of sorrow
The sweetness that outlast my bitterness
The days of my life, all my hope is in God

HE is my life long inspiration
His voice so loud that storms obey
His arms so long that I am never sunk
The days of life, purely the grace of God
Sometimes my sinful life has brought shame
Hindering me from walking tall amidst peers
For these days, God forgave me to walk tall again
The days of my life I realize I need only God
So much more than He ever needed me
So much loneliness, only God makes the difference

Unspeakable moments that only God understands
My life, my faith, my hope, my GOD
The living words in my life
My God, the comforting truth
The voice that silenced the storms
The hope of the just
The refuge of the forsaken
Everything, the origin of
The salvation awaiting sinners
For all the days of my life
How can I ever forget you?