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'Man-made Are They' Man-made are they, The numerous problems in Nigeria! Thousands of terrorists hired, Hired with arms and munitions, To overrun the territories of Nigeria! If in their favour the tide refused to turn, Eventually in power they are, Thousands of bandits and terrorists in Nigeria! Terrorizing, maiming, and killing our people! Unabating, almost on daily basis, To the early grave are harmless people sent! Man-made are they, The numerous problems in Nigeria! The borders in the south-west are closed, In favour of the gluttonous tribalistic businessmen,  Sugar, rice, cement, and flour, All given to the tribal monopoly, Few men and a number of people, Holding the masses by the jugular! Holding the common man to ransom! Aggrandizing the wealth of the poor to themselves, Making billions of dollars at the expense and to the detriment of Nigerians! Man-made are they, The numerous problems in Nigeria! Blessed is Nigeria, with the oil that is crude, But to refine...

Who Told You? Here now I heard, Here now I'm told, You have changed, Turned a new leaf, A new leaf of bad change! A change to the worse! From fair to worse, But from worse to worst, So in earnest I'm not hoping! Who told you? Who told you to change? To join the band wagon on campus, The band wagon of whores and prostitutes,  Seductresses, the strange women, Who the proverbs earnestly warned, Everyman loving heaven must avoid, Everyman loving life must spit on! Here now the hot pants in vogue, The miniskirts and tight skirts in fashion, Seducing the hearts of men to fornication and adultery! On your body they are well adorned, Now on campus you've been gainfully employed, By the employer of them all(Satan) To derail the hearts of men, Trying on the road of holiness and chastity! But once you were known for good, Once upon a time sister 'SU', Fervent in the path of holiness and righteousness, Zealously preaching the gospel or trying to, Standing as a good ...

A Broken Beak. A privilege it is to behold, The fowl hard enough trying, Futile many times I see, The corn, on the ground to peck! All in vain she tried, To pick from the ground, Along with its fellow birds, The corn on the ground scattered, Why in futility, is this effort? Which so effortlessly should've been, If equal, all things have been, All because of a broken beak! And here, a glimpse I get, In the reminisce of experience had, With numerous that I've seen, Of people with disability and incapacitation, How has life, with you been? How treating you, is life? To ask, these should we, Of people with disability! Not so easy but so hard! As the fowl with the broken beak, In futility trying so hard, A corn into its mouth to peck! So also are the efforts of many, Who themselves have found, in disability, When the help direly needed by them, Were far away, too far to fetch! In retrospect, I looked back again, At the fowl with the broken beak, In the competition of des...

Wipe Away Our Tears! How consider we not? The state in which they are, So sad, so sorrowful! The homeless, the orphans, and the helpless, Crying at every day that dawn, On the streets, in orphanages, in labour camps, In pain and agony unending, Stemming from the helplessness of their state, From afar and within I looked, In concern at the treatment so ill, Everyday they shall undergo, In days gone by they've undergone! At the fatherless, the motherless, and the orphan, In pain, I looked somehow helpless! Crying unto me and unto you, Wipe away, our tears! Wipe away, the tears of our dire straits, Cried in the streets, the homeless and the beggar, Don't you say our tears that trickle, With eyes opened wide you can't see! In their homes, some there they have, Maltreating unending with impunity, Oblivious of the knowledge of their Father, High above unseen, watching with wrath! On their streets everyday they behold, Begging with arms raised for alms, In earnest with...

'Man-made Are They' Man-made are they, The numerous problems in Nigeria! Thousands of terrorists hired, Hired with arms and munitions, To overrun the territories of Nigeria! If in their favour the tide refused to turn, Eventually in power they are, Thousands of bandits and terrorists in Nigeria! Terrorizing, maiming, and killing our people! Unabating, almost on daily basis, To the early grave are harmless people sent! Man-made are they, The numerous problems in Nigeria! The borders in the south-west were closed, In favour of the gluttonous tribalistic businessmen,  Sugar, rice, cement, and flour, All, to the tribal monopoly given, Few men, and a number of people, By the jugular holding the masses! Holding the common man to ransom, Aggrandizing the wealth of the poor to themselves, Billions of dollars making, at the expense of the people! Man-made are they, The numerous problems in Nigeria! Blessed is Nigeria, with the oil that is crude, But to refine and make easy, ...

Never Escaped! From the doldrums of life, To the status of high adrenaline and dopamine, So in a hurry impulsively you want to escape, In the predisposition to escape that entails, To cocaine and heroin you fall upon, In getting so high and high and high! From the realm and reality of pain and hopelessness, And so high and high you get, From the reality of the status quo, But so far away you are from the reality to know, That what goes so high is coming down, From the reality of life the thought you escaped, With a sniff down here and a fix up there, But dawning it never ceases to dawn, That indeed you never escaped! As the effect and the high went away, To the doldrums of the status quo you are dropped once again! With this horse ride you would never escape! And the horse needs to fly away, Away from the reality of life, That unbeknown to them can not escape, With heroin and cocaine on a side, And alcohol and methamphetamine on the other side, With tobacco and marijuana so...

I'm Addicted, I Can't Have Enough! "I am addicted, I can't have enough, And so enough I don't seem to have, And this bondage away, from me I want! But the pleasures and the thrills it brings, So addicting, my flesh cannot eschew!" Directly and unconsciously the moan is heard, When visible, the wretchedness is seen, In the body, soul, and spirit, By the kindred and caucus of them, In the bondage of cocaine and heroin! In the gutters and under the bridges, the metropolis, To the blinding light of day awaking, With bruises and broken lips, the battery of the liquor, Yet, the more, enough seem he not to have, To alcohol he is addicted, he can't have enough! Once again the hunger grips the soul, For the pleasure, illicit sex derives, Though yesterday positive was the result, Visible in the blood and serum were gonorrhoea, syphilis, and HIV! With these she is never moved, To hookups she is addicted, she can't have enough! 'So bad yesterday th...

Once Upon A Time Once Upon A Time! A time, long gone, In their shoes we were, The adults of today so big and so strong, A weakling and vulnerable we were, In the womb of our mothers! While for some nothing but a lump of blood, The foetus so innocent will be! And heartless and inconsiderate they'll be, 'Cause, at the mercy of the clinical assassin's blade, On and on the foetus so harmless and innocent they put! For long time ago, their memory it escaped, For once upon a time in life, A weakling, vulnerable in the womb, Once like them we were! Once upon a time in their shoes, Well cut and tightly fitted you were,  In the abjectness of the condition so named poverty, When in a day to ingest, Prerequisite balanced square meal of the day, Unstable as the will-o'-the-wisp, Slipping from your grip so well, was known, For the silver spoon with some were born, And the clay spoon with you were born, But the Almighty power the tide has turned, Though the clay spoon wit...