The Samaritans

An abyss of filth
Situated right where you are
Like the smell of a rotten egg,
The stench of decay fills the nose.

Clothed in the guise of true democrats,
Sweetened tongues dish out to us manifestos
Coupled with cups of lies to wash them down
What a perfect potpourri!

Alien countries blossom day after day
All hail  our good Samaritans
Vision plenty plenty,
To be actualised in the spiritual.

The treasury wails inccessantly
Waiting in vain for a comforter
Like a wound uncared for,
The system rots before our very eyes.

Somewhere in Africa

Breakable thighs of pantless infants
Milkless breasts of nursing mothers
Sunken eyes of famished fathers
All, attest to the potency of misery

With lips painted and mouths full of gum
Hopeless dames take to the streets
Melon and lime sized breasts on patrol
Their hollow offering them the desired

Young men rummage the streets hopelessly
Sore by their thwarted ambitions
Redemption came for some with masks and guns
Vernal energy transformed into destruction


Somewhere in Africa,
Leaders immerse in serious deliberations
On cushioned chairs amidst red wines
To better our lives or better their lies?

The Well

Drums rolled at the discovery
A new hope lurked in the atmosphere
The impossible looked possible
A chance to witness what Eden looked like.

Butterflies fluttered in our systems
Misery looked set to take a rest
Like every other well,
We expected ours to quench thirsts.

A curse!
The well turned out to be
Its water poisoned us
And removed the womb of our land

A blessing!
To the guardians of the well
Pot bellies and jelly skins testify
Perhaps,they have been poisoned too?