#WarOfWords2 Be the Change by Tiana

Be the Change by Tiana

You blame it on the government every time you gather in your tent

Still bent on the fact they aren’t executing their assignment

Yet causing the society a serious dent

And how every supposed enjoyment

Turned into a great torment

How they could not even refund the money they lent

Well, I’m glad to inform you ladies and gent

That the solution to this predicament lies within you, me and every one in our environment

Even though we think something is missing

Yet we take no responsibility doing nothing

Action is needed so lets get something doing

And stop blaming our leaders for bribery

When you've always paid your way

Stop blaming the country for scarcity,

When you've never closed your eyes in prayers for economy supplicity

We all agreed our politicians are greedy,

But how generous are you in giving to poor and the needy

please let us stop this nagging sense of dissatisfaction

cos you've added nothing to bring about solution to the present condition of our nation

If you think everyone around you is tired.

It’s high time you retired

In order for our prayers and desires to be answered without going haywire

Good turns they say deserves another

If we as individuals

Young and old of every family member

Including the farmer, street hawker, banker and company mangers

Would make our ways right and proper

Join hands together

Going to the top won’t bring about any disorder

I assure you we are already the change we want to see

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#WarOfWords2 Be The Change You Seek by Kruseaphix

Ol boy, this guy fast o.
Hmm, probably a disguised rapper :).
But I like.
Deep words, 
Plenty action, 
And it gets better and better.


Be The Change You Seek by Kruseaphix 

Change!
That which is demanded and received when one has first given above that which is expected of him. 
Which implies that for me to seek or expect change, 
I must first have implanted seeds beyond my expected range.
Lest my request sounds silly like; walking to the cashing point at a mall, with a full trolley, 
give him nothing and say to the cashier you owe me a twenty.
That's how silly we sound when we sit back with folded arms 
and say the level of corruption is on the rise when it ought to be climbing down.
Ever wondered what the problem truly is with this country? 
Well let me spare you your misery and unravel the mystery, 
I present to you the answer; its me! 
As well as you!.
For a house is said to be dirty only when its occupants are; 
or isn't that why we refer to politics as a dirty game only because some of its players were?
The people make the nation. 
So if you're aiming at changing a situation without your arrow pointing at the population, 
you'll end up like a foolish chemist who desires a different reaction 
while his initial reactant remains unchanged; 
what a foolish expectation.
Haven't you heard that he who's unfaithful in little is unfaithful in much? 
And as such, you're hypocrite if you criticize the president 
when you can't effectively preside over those of your own residence.
Our society is experiencing a moral decadence due to the irresponsibility of those who were meant to have preeminence as now, 
 most parents are only concerned with their kids looking good than being good so in their eyes, 
you only fall short when your skirt grows short. 
 But if you wear it long enough and keep messing around,
 its ok as long as you don't get caught.
At school, they expect you to keep passing even if you have to "sort" 
so we end up in a labor market where as well as the jobs, 
most of the qualifications are bought.
Like a heartless foe,
I have no regrets crushing on your injured toe because if you don't feel the pain,
you may never seek the pill.
I'm saying; 
If you don't feel the heat,
no matter how much sperm of motivation you receive, 
you'll never conceive change let alone deliver it.
So kindle the fire and let it burn, 
till like concave lens on myopic eyes we're equipped with a better vision
which unlocks passion 
and that is why dear Samaritan, you stopped to nurse my wounds 
when both the priest and levite saw me and passed on; 
I'm saying its the reason you'll stop to pick a piece of paper when even the janitor saw it and passed on.
I'm tired of seeing broken homes 
and single parents slugging it out on their own 
so here's my part of the solution. 
As I long as I'm a bachelor, 
I'll not go in between her thighs. 
but we know its the clapping of hands that precedes the dance.
So I wouldn't deeply kiss and let the hands feel and only when it gets to third base I'm like no please. 
But since its cyclic, we're caught in the same routine.
But really!
 How do you expect to keep digging and not go any deep in?!
Weeks later, she's faced with the dilemma of being a mother or committing murder, 
and because of our hypocritical state, 
she opts for the latter 
as everyone deems it less abominable than the former.
But if she's wise and sticks with the other wise, 
we'll end up in the maternity with more daughters and no mothers; 
a society with all sons but no fathers.
He who does not gathers scatters 
which implies that if you're not a part of the solution, 
you're definitely a part of the problem.
So the smart message sent (sms for short) is the same from nike to Niké, 
 Just do it! 
As you don't need to create a lot of buzz in other to be(e) the change you seek. 
After all in the first place, 
it was your pathogenic activities that made it sick.
Someone once said to me; 
dead men rule the world and I replied; 
its  because those who are alive have chosen to be irrelevant.
Be Relevant! And Be the change you seek!.


*None english word used*
Niké - A feminine yoruba name.

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Letter to a tyrant.

by
Ephraim Nnawihe

You claim to be a boss to me 
And forcefully have your way in me 
I may be your assistant 
But please keep your distance 
I cant stand your uncivilized manner 
With all due respect sir''you are mad. 

You gain your way to the top 
But take away water from our cup 
Rendering people homeless gives you joy 
You can break or amend as though we are your toy 
With all due respect sir''you are wicked 

You know much well you cant earn our votes 
So you rig the polls and make us scapegoats 
You turn female graduates to prostitute 
You are a goodman that kills the truth 
With all due respect sir''you are a fraud 

I will bring transformation to our nation 
No nepotism,no discrimination 
But you loot our nation's treasures 
To satisfy your endless pleasures 
With all due respect sir''you are a thief. 

You claim to be a man of peace 
But kill our children,tear them piece by piece 
You spill our father's blood 
To prove..you are a lord 
With all due respect sir''you are an animal 

Time shall come when the earth shall speak 
Kill all those things that make you tick 
And then the trees shall ring the bells 
And birds of the earth your tale shall tell 
And the most feeble creature shall say to thee 
With all due respect sir''you are under arrest 



Source:
https://www.facebook.com/notes/ephraim-nnawihe/letter-to-a-tyrant/573091619414690

Don't hate me cos I am poet (a Spoken Word Poem)

Don't hate me cos I am poet,

cos its one of the oldest profession on earth, after all,

it is written, "in the beginning was the word,

and the word was wih God, and the word was God."

So I can use my words like a sword,

sometimes I can hit out with it like an iron rod,

or use it to soothe and caress your soul,

and make u feel whole.

Don't hate me cos I am a poet,

For you might believe I am merely wasting my time,

but have you not read that, "a man's gift will create room for him and bring him before great men."

Did you not hear that, "a man diligent in his works will stand before Kings and not before ordinary people."

Though I do not mean to call you ordinary people,

but its a priviledge for you to read and see me perform for free;

what kings, Queens and all forms of Royalty pay me a huge fee.

Don't hate me cos I am a poet,

For this is the best way for me to express myself,

after all, the shortest  verse in the bible, John 11:35 said "Jesus wept."

This shows there is no shame in crying for a loved one who died.

So be not alarmed if you see me on stage with tears in my eyes,

I am merely expressing myself,

and I feel no shame for my tears.

Don't hate me cos I am a poet

For I use this means to talk about my Nation,

whose face is being perpetually rubbed in the semen of bribery and corruption.

Cos our leaders  continue to loot the treasury,

rape our sense of morality,

defy our cries for sanity

and make being honest and accountable equal to insanity.

  

Don't hate me cos I am a poet

For I can thrill your hearts with words,

words that strike your heart cords.

I can use words to do intellectual love making,

with no heart breaking,

no tears falling,

and no orgasm faking.

Just words that satisfy your heart cravings,

yet keep your body always wanting.

  

So, don't hate me cos I am a poet, cos it is what God has destined me to be,

and if you hate me, you hate God.

by Olulu, the King not from Zulu

THE EAGLE’S EYE ( a Spoken Word Poem)

THE EAGLE’S EYE

I see placards everywhere, in the first week of the year
I see them on the street

Walking in the sun on bare feet.

I see them in the market place

Whispering to the neighbor selling lace.

I see them on their mama’s back

Strapped with a wrapper around her chest

I see them with tie on their necks

Rushing to sit on their busy desks

Trying to give it their best

Yet their mind is never at rest.

I see them in their place of worship

Making their Priest and Imam their Lordship

I see them profuse and confused

Their attention hijacked and diffused.

I see them peeping through their little windows

Women afraid another bomb blast can make them widows.

I see tears in their eyes, falling like rain drops from the sky

I see Babylonian in Zion, striking hot the cold iron

Tearing down flesh like a hungry lion

Actualizing their evil plans of eon

I see fear on people’s faces

Scared to go to rowdy places

I see them walk home in pace

Cus the authority has since abandoned their case.

As the evil try to open up can of worms

The government thinks it’s just a storm in a tea cup

But the people are terrified by war songs

Singing yet biting their sour tongues.

I see their leaders as the highest bidder.

The so called senators are nothing but a bunch of predators

I see them in the lower chamber

Throwing words at each other with hot temper

Assembled in the ad hoc house,

Just to taste the cheese like Mickey Mouse

They are making policies for us to see

But their minds are corrupt, waiting to launder money over seas

Not the EFCC or ICPC can stop them

Cus they are agencies too blind to see them.

We are being given concoction for abortion

Investigation is their language in ugly situations

What else could it be but corruption

They are all crooks; even the few with integrity are disappointing

Don’t ask how, just ask Farouk.

I heard him say he has no shoes.

Shoes are not working tools, so tell him we are no fools.

I wish to put it all in my gazette,

But he has since refused to declare his assets

Acting funny, showing off his flat and ugly biceps

Eating cassava bread with no license.

He shed crocodile tears when humans are sacrificed

I don’t know what to say, but his tears are insignificant

The last time I heard, two birds dropped from the sky

The first ran into a moving van leaving some dead in Ghana

The second fell in our neighborhood, her name was Dana

Leaving cloud of dust and thick smoke in the air

Dead bodies are found lying everywhere.

In the north, everyday homes are destroyed

To the grave, great destinies are deployed.

All this I see through the eye of an Eagle

We need to redeem the days cus it’s full of evil.

I see Babylonian in Zion,

Tearing down flesh like a hungry lion

I see hustling & bustling in fear

In see a government that doesn’t care

They are serving us concoction for abortion

Corruption has eaten deep into our dear Nation

Give us light, good roads and water,

The youths need jobs, tired of eating bread and butter.

We need security, let the killing stop

Tell it loud; tell it to the man on top.

by YommyBishop………

                                                                             

This poem is written as a Reflection of the state of our Nation.

My heart goes out to families and friends of those that died in the struggle, in the bomb blasts, and the bomb blast victims and those that lost their lives in the Dana plane crash of 3rd June 2012. God will give them fortitude to bear the loss and May the Soul of the Dead Rest in Peace. These barbaric human sacrifice must stop, lets ask for mercy on our knees because God is all we need.