Dregs of the Society

As the world turns grey and famished

Cordiality has been neglected equally banished

Evil cults have gradually taken over with maturity

With violence to assert their ill-gotten authority

The Departure

In the still of the sleepless night

After the sun went behind the sky

And the horizon clear of disturbances

With only the soft whispers of the dead heard

The general lay hidden in his tent dreaming

Rumble Beneath The Clouds

The face got cracked into the terrain
With a grin, growling and trembling
The charm has clout the scene
Hurling a peril as people raced about violently

Day Break

After a long pause from the tired sun

The moon eases hastily away and gently

The rays of the sun shine unto the earth

Scorching through the hills, towns and villages

A Captain's Wish

I am a prisoner of war
Captured in the course of fighting for my land
So sad is it that I may not be back
To fulfil my pledge of redeeming Africa’s pride

The Grave Beneath

When the quake event comes to pass

Then will no mortal soul present

Witness the end or broadcast

Falsehood concerning its eruption

Civilization

They are still hot on our heels
Determined to poison our conscience
As they sought for our loopholes
Into the deeper part of our flesh

The Hangman

It shall to nobody be a surprise
That one day I, the hangman shall also die
In my hands the prisoners cry
Though I hate none in despise

My Mother

When times of glory were dead and gone
And days of perilous challenges are on
Who stood by me from dusk to dawn?
And never had me toil in the scorching sun

Gossip

Two ladies were caught up in the loudest of talks
Like the Agbor dancer entangled in the maze of music
Little did they care to know what happens around them
Or what transpires to call for their immediate attention