Silly hobbies…on televised lobbiesAre sweeping our cultures onto the dumps of extinctionGiving that of others prioritized distinctionWhy buy for our mirrors unequal images of ourselvesOnly to turn to bleachers and preach the horrors of themselves? IIThe must of lustEvolving from this facade’s crustLeaves notes of doomEntrapping the yoke of our bloomNumbing consciences to thumb our […]
I was a visitor Never wanting to be inquisitive But I ended up in their hall …with no ear plugs As Maame Duku watched in horror The full “glamour” of her grandchildren As they tell us of their grand outing II “I’ll never understand this The heat and your layers of shrouds! I’ll never ever […]
Preacher – If my mama couldn’t reach me And my papa couldn’t teach me Please don’t preach me …and turn around to act leach …to bleach my pocket into tatters Ib If you need a socket to charge your pocket …bribe me with no locket For I am a rocket which blasts such pockets If […]
Old voices die amidst young voices No matter how loud or shrilling They are like plantain leaves …no matter how beautiful their stretches …they dry up and fall only to be replaced by a higher new With every height of the plantain tree …comes a new sect of accompanying leaves Such is the moulding of […]
There was a time When stories, like scary whips Ruled the consciences of growing heads Declawing the roaring Un-canining monsters Lighting dark hearts Strengthening the weak Shaping faults into saintly vaults Spirits in story clothes! Did we leave them for myths undecipherable? II Our ancestors were wise So wise in most That we could actually […]
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