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

The Blind Night Bats

When dead dusk comes and all’s asleep

And the lamp lights have been taken off

The bats comes out from their hiding place

And tear around the sky in groups

The Little Bird

The pretty quick and little bird

Wakes every morning to perch on my shed

And with her little voice she sings

Joy and happiness to me she brings

Center of Excellence

The land of divine light bubbling with wealth

The homeland of commerce

The land of integrity

Accepting men of all races and cultures

As School Resumes

Dancing and playing

Has abruptly been stopped

Sorrow, depression now on children’s faces

As a new session begins

A Father To His Son III

See your future as bright as a sun

Oh! You my dear only son

Don’t accept in you cultism

And get addicted to it like those practicing atheism