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The Finagler

Are there worse people

other than those who kill for

countries & their lives?

Lagos-Badagry Road;

Yes, from Alakija to Iyana Iba;

Ha, home of confusion.

What have we woken to?

Hell suddenly let lose in the cold

Where morning dew dries

In the fire of a billion buzzing bees.

An ocean of fretting fire

Aglow with a hotchpotch

Of a billion burning eyes:

Eyes that blaze through the haze

Of a million hooting elephants

Poised to trample a million prancing monkeys

On a canvas of buzzing bees,

And we, the unfortunate spectators

Cringe to save our souls from the

Collective terror of drunken monsters.

Yet everyone remains where they are.

And there is no where to go.

Elephants, monkeys and bees are trapped.

This is a road that leads to no-where.

The trucks blame the commercial buses,

The commercial buses blame the commercial bikers,

The commercial bikers blame the pedestrians,

The pedestrians blame the road construction contractor,

The road construction contractor blames the government,

The government blames the treasury looters,

The treasury looters blame the “system”,

The “system” blames “God's help” delayed.

Yeah, this is Lagos

And Lagos unfortunately is Nigeria.

A mind so innocent

Corrupted

But the feeling so magnificent

A mind so confused

Used

And flat out abused

It did not feel

What it was supposed to

It all became too unreal

Emotions shoved away

Masked with anger and hate

They always felt justified

It were the emotions that lied

Those little hands were tied

Manipulated by the obscene

A corrupted mind

Didn't exactly want them to be free

A mind, once innocent

Was lured into a darkness

It all started in that basement

Where the emotions were too much to harness

I’ll shoot you with my words,

I’ll stare at you like the flying birds,

I’ll bury you under the poetic stanzas,

Since you are corruption, thus.

I’ll hit you like a running train,

Like a poisonous snake, I’ll give you pain,

Like a wild volcano, I’ll burn you with my hatred,

Until you, corruption, are dead.

I’ll be Mahatma Gandhi; I’ll be Abraham Lincoln,

And make sure that you, corruption, are utterly gone.

I'm a cop and my name is Dick Tracy.

A lot of cops are corrupt but not me.

I can't be bought just like Elliot Ness.

Because of crime, this city is a mess.

A Crime Lord runs this town and his name is Big Boy Caprice.

While he's operating, there will be no peace.

Some times I fight criminals with my fists and some times I use guns.

This town will be safe for people to live in when my job is done.

Yesterday I got in a shoot out and I killed Pruneface and Flattop.

Taking those two down means that a few of the crimes will stop.

Two months ago I brought down 88 Keys and The Blank.

Citizens are grateful for what I do, they all say thanks.

I have a wonderful family and that makes me blessed.

I have a boy named Junior and a wife named Tess.

I wear a 2-Way Wrist TV that allows me to communicate with other officers.

When I bring Big Boy to justice, the streets will be safe again, that's for sure.

Stop corruption please,

It’s a contagious disease,

That not only affects the persons to be honest,

But also the nation and the rest.

Corruption is like cancer,

Spreading from one part to another,

And its movement is so fast,

That almost nothing’s left to be done at last.

The apparent patriots like the scared birds,

Fly away to the distant lands uttering almost no words,

In the hunt for security,

And better life certainly.

If anyone dares to stand against corruption,

The ones suffering from the very pollution,

Throw him in the penitentiary,

Or under the soil bury.

As the sunset lets the dawn to appear,

We shouldn’t let our dreams breathe in fear,

Since the expected moment isn’t far away,

Only you and I can bring that day.

Solitude is peace.

You don’t have to listen to others.

When you’re alone,

You can shut out humanity’s corruption.

Nightfall holds no meaning.

If you’re at peace, let be.

Sunlight holds no meaning.

If you’re at peace, let be.

How peaceful it is to be alone.

To be alone is to meditate.

To meditate is to see truth.

To see truth is to be at peace.

You don’t have to listen to others.

A family isn’t needed for peace.

The light that lives inside,

You’ll see it even better when alone.

Reside alone with only the light.

With the light by your side,

You will feel no loneliness,

Only solitude, only peace.

If you seek the light,

You won’t find it in people.

If you seek the dark,

Finding the light will be easy.

If you find the light,

You won’t need people.

You’ll have the light,

And you’ll know peace.

Should you forget about people?

No, even though you don’t need them,

Remember this,

They might need you.

Live for peace.

Live knowing death.

All life dies, yet lives on.

Death comes and peace remains.

As I gain control of the sun,

I don't know where these feelings came from

And soon engulfed in the power, I became corrupt

My soul at stake, and my heart sewn shut

With all to have, and everything to lose

To people to expect you, but later no one to enthuse

And like anything, nothing seems to go as planned

Beauty and grace, quickly sunken in the quicksand

Will you and I become like the one everyone dreams?

Or be the source of why everyone shivers and screams?

Tell me, is everything ever so perfect?

When all we see is beauty in the defect?

The balance must be exact, they say

Else things quickly fade and thus, end night and day

Life is so very hard, don't you think?

The pure water turns to blood, quickly down your sink

But you and I have lost the mind to care

When you've gone down a path towards nowhere

As I go deeper, the world becomes dark and lonely

Life becomes artificial, greedy, and phony

Even the calmest of hearts can go dark

To the quietest rabbit, into a hungry shark

And the sky has no own to owe it to shine down to

Our hearts are now corrupt, frozen, and black and blue

And thus everything becomes pitch black

And those we love the most, die from a heart attack

All because we ignored the qualities we lack.

Everything can change by just one small decision

Little do we know it can change what we envision

What ever will you call a home now?

Everything but the past and dust upon what we call living

To what we cherished, fought, and nature that was once giving...

when i was just an irresponsible fetus