What is the essence of you called a human being when you can't reason rationally and erase the thoughts of religious and tribal sentiment installed in your brain, it will take you no where but only to a state of doom...
— Lawal Abdulhamid .A.
Sad thoughts only weakens and kills the body and soul, happy thoughts replenish and calms the body and soul...
— Lawal Abdulhamid .A.
Everything is possible only when you have faith and put your hands, body and soul to work...
— Lawal Abdulhamid .A.
A man is now called a real man when he carves out a legacy for himself when he inherited none.
— Lawal Abdulhamid .A.
Tuesday, November 13, 2018
THE STORY I WILL TELL MY CHILDREN.
I will tell them a story
I will say"Once upon a time in my motherland Nigeria"
We negotiated superiority from different lanes
On the same land
With high odds
We worked grains of bullet into the air
Flew and hovered iron birds across the sky
To disseminate its wild fire faeces upon ourselves
To cut through black skins
Black skins from the same ancestors
Only to settle our differences
Wailing was the song of the town
Sobering was a common expression
Men and women lost to death
Even boys and girls too
Fathers turns childless and a widower
Mothers turns childless and a widow
Children turn orphans and beggars
They are stripped off everything
You will see them fasting hunger
Not celebrating hunger festival
They now became carcass
An empty corroded wagon was now their look
Homelessness became part of their destiny
Running and hiding was their hubby
They put on makeup of sorrow
Wear loosely fit clothes of despair
With fastened up buttons of hopelessness
Wear laced shoes of death
Singing and chanting unrhythmic curses
Incorporated with bitter river of tears
Handsome boys and men who never returned home
Were used to achieve their impossible aims and wishes
Their fate was already drawn
They only work on orders
Orders to kill and be killed
The order master flew away like a jet
To find solace
Leaving his servants behind
Behind to swim in the pool of mislead
To ride on the bicycle of betrayal
To board a train of regret
To meet the people for judgements
Line of superiority is now drawn
Line of greed and betrayal is drawn as well
For men to see.
— Lawal Abdulhamid .A.
I will tell them a story
I will say"Once upon a time in my motherland Nigeria"
We negotiated superiority from different lanes
On the same land
With high odds
We worked grains of bullet into the air
Flew and hovered iron birds across the sky
To disseminate its wild fire faeces upon ourselves
To cut through black skins
Black skins from the same ancestors
Only to settle our differences
Wailing was the song of the town
Sobering was a common expression
Men and women lost to death
Even boys and girls too
Fathers turns childless and a widower
Mothers turns childless and a widow
Children turn orphans and beggars
They are stripped off everything
You will see them fasting hunger
Not celebrating hunger festival
They now became carcass
An empty corroded wagon was now their look
Homelessness became part of their destiny
Running and hiding was their hubby
They put on makeup of sorrow
Wear loosely fit clothes of despair
With fastened up buttons of hopelessness
Wear laced shoes of death
Singing and chanting unrhythmic curses
Incorporated with bitter river of tears
Handsome boys and men who never returned home
Were used to achieve their impossible aims and wishes
Their fate was already drawn
They only work on orders
Orders to kill and be killed
The order master flew away like a jet
To find solace
Leaving his servants behind
Behind to swim in the pool of mislead
To ride on the bicycle of betrayal
To board a train of regret
To meet the people for judgements
Line of superiority is now drawn
Line of greed and betrayal is drawn as well
For men to see.
— Lawal Abdulhamid .A.
THE SACRIFICE.
Who will take the bullet?
Who will take the smash and smack?
Who will make the sacrifice?
Not a single soul will
The truth lies untold
Even the prosecutors shut their ears and mouth
But open wide their eyes to watch the sour show
While people are celebrating hunger festival daily
While people are masters of abject penury
While people are decaying
Yet the power reigns
People's entitlement are stripped off
Public fund are not in the positive use
Yet no sacrifice made to delible these sour reign
Mortals are afraid
Afraid to loose minimal souls for the masses
To help the helpless masses
In order to felicitate their well being
Instead of celebrating hunger festival.
— Lawal Abdulhamid .A.
Who will take the bullet?
Who will take the smash and smack?
Who will make the sacrifice?
Not a single soul will
The truth lies untold
Even the prosecutors shut their ears and mouth
But open wide their eyes to watch the sour show
While people are celebrating hunger festival daily
While people are masters of abject penury
While people are decaying
Yet the power reigns
People's entitlement are stripped off
Public fund are not in the positive use
Yet no sacrifice made to delible these sour reign
Mortals are afraid
Afraid to loose minimal souls for the masses
To help the helpless masses
In order to felicitate their well being
Instead of celebrating hunger festival.
— Lawal Abdulhamid .A.
BLOOD HARVEST.
It's the season of blood harvest in my motherland
Men are now hungry and tasty for blood
Blood now flows on the land like a river
Men now carve out each others hearts instead of carving a wood
Sackless souls of men, women and children are budged away
Away from the land of the living to that of death
They encountered a painful journey to meet their creator
In my dreams i hear them crying from the other side of the world
That they were sent back untimely
Carnage is what is left by their conquerer
Hope is lost
Their lands are snatched away
Displaced families now wallow in anguish
Wailing and sobbering is now their hubby and work
Their eyes now bulge out from their eye socket
What is left for them is the strength and knowledge to place curses
Upon their conquerer.
— Lawal Abdulhamid .A.
It's the season of blood harvest in my motherland
Men are now hungry and tasty for blood
Blood now flows on the land like a river
Men now carve out each others hearts instead of carving a wood
Sackless souls of men, women and children are budged away
Away from the land of the living to that of death
They encountered a painful journey to meet their creator
In my dreams i hear them crying from the other side of the world
That they were sent back untimely
Carnage is what is left by their conquerer
Hope is lost
Their lands are snatched away
Displaced families now wallow in anguish
Wailing and sobbering is now their hubby and work
Their eyes now bulge out from their eye socket
What is left for them is the strength and knowledge to place curses
Upon their conquerer.
— Lawal Abdulhamid .A.
THE SALVATION.
They came as a salvationist
And civilization upgrader
They casted out ills though
Twins were slayed no more
Though they functioned barbarism on us
Bitterness and pain was our food
Heart ache was our drink
Regret was our clothes
Agony was our shoes
Hopelessness was our bed
Prayer and curses was our weapon
Death was our solace.
— Lawal Abdulhamid .A.
They came as a salvationist
And civilization upgrader
They casted out ills though
Twins were slayed no more
Though they functioned barbarism on us
Bitterness and pain was our food
Heart ache was our drink
Regret was our clothes
Agony was our shoes
Hopelessness was our bed
Prayer and curses was our weapon
Death was our solace.
— Lawal Abdulhamid .A.
MODERN MASTERS.
Modern masters came
They came on a disguise to elevate us
To put civilization strings on our mind
To cut off the chain of barbarism
But they played barbarism on us
Fastened chains on us
Drilled padlock holes on us
Hauled us like stack of woods
From our motherland to theirs to labour
One after the other, lifelessness engulfed us
We lost hope of returning home
We never returned
So we said our last prayers
We cursed silently in our hearts.
— Lawal Abdulhamid .A.
Modern masters came
They came on a disguise to elevate us
To put civilization strings on our mind
To cut off the chain of barbarism
But they played barbarism on us
Fastened chains on us
Drilled padlock holes on us
Hauled us like stack of woods
From our motherland to theirs to labour
One after the other, lifelessness engulfed us
We lost hope of returning home
We never returned
So we said our last prayers
We cursed silently in our hearts.
— Lawal Abdulhamid .A.
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