SATIRICAL

Success, Counted Sweetest

 

 

 

 

 

 

Success, Counted Sweetest

 

I learned of success

by watching bird species fly

—retracing their flight








Author's Notes/Comments: 

A haiku that was inspired by one of the works of an American poet from Amherst, Massachusetts (Emily Dickinson), who is probably my most favorite poet.  Thank you for reading on!

DO YOU KNOW THIS COUNTRY?

Do you know this country?
Which once a giant star in the galaxy of black sky

Do you know this country?
Which one time a pride in the heart of colonists

Do you know this country?
All tribes once a broom that caused the sweeping away of enslavers

Do you know this country?
Where its kingship now pilots by mental twisters and foolish jokers

Do you know this country?
Where land fumbling with endowments that could beautifully adorn its offsprings
But misusing by hungry cuisers and greedy eagles

Do you know this country?
Where billions barrels of oils disappear into thin air
Like leaves in the winters

Do you know this country?
Where you will hear trillions dollars but later drain into a serrated hole

Do you know this country?
Where its people in tribal friction because of mountaneous height

Do you know this country?
Where your ear will hear money but there would be nothing about its function
As a few cats has lick-dried the pots

Do you know this country?
Where tribes and ethnics are only after their interests
Instead of interests in the national cohension and existence

Do you know this country?
Where you will wish but not be wished
As your wish had stolen by fairytale

Do you know this country?
Where you will toil round the clock
But in the end,you will reap nothing from your farm

Do you know this country?
Where foetus has morally decayed from mother's bag

Do you know this country?
Where husband is a lion in the face of his wife
Where wife is a hound to her husband
And parents are sapients to their children

Do you know this country?
Where man is a slave in the hand of woman
And woman is a disease to other woman

Do you know this country?
Where man is a cancer in the heart of woman
And man's life is nothing in the touch of wind
Where sky-water turns to monster that chases away land goodies
Where cultures are in the limping injury
Like dog striking with stick

Do you know this country?
Where you can die with none care about your corpse

I know this country is on the west-wing of black bird

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A satirical confirmation of what Nigeria has become emanating from political bedlam and logjam

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MILKY GUARDS

What type of men are you?
Are you really men of this country home?
I guess you are but a dirty rue
We once count you as part of our realm
But we are very wrong
As you are cloud in our morning
Who trust you,has trusted cloak in the hang
As you are oil in the watering evening

You have mouth smell of lies
A heart ropes with ties
You lie all to gain it all
Although,you may gain hall
Now,but later you will lose in sequent shame
And you will become the same man who's the most shame

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A truth consequence of most trusted leader who later becomes a most corrupted betrayal for failing his promises to his subjects

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MILKY GUARDS

What type of men are you?
Are you really men of this country home?
I guess you are but a dirty rue
We once count you as part of our realm
But we are very wrong
As you are cloud in our morning
Who trust you,has trusted cloak in the hang
As you are oil in the watering evening

You have mouth smell of lies
A heart ropes with ties
You lie all to gain it all
Although,you may gain hall
Now,but later you will lose in sequent shame
And you will become the same man who's the most shame

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A truth consequence of most trusted leader who later becomes a most corrupted betrayal for failing his promises to his subjects

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THE WRONG KING IN A RIGHT THRONE

Where are still waiting,where are to have far gone
The same clock still ticking to the same direction
When clownish king came to rule the throne like con
No one was interested in his trade of action
Although,his ascendance
walked in a frugal change
But the reign of stilling air that stole the freedom
Making the subjects suspected the wind of rage
Which blowing around like fiefdom
But when the man with people's choice
Ascended the throne,all better not and languish
All in belief no right king

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this portrays how nigeria has never had a trustworthy leadership so far so good

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Sun in the Dusk

Who is the man that could believe this?
If not that ending time will arrive soon
Everyone should think: the evening is now set in the morning

As planted carrots now grow bitter-nut
Even if all-man thinks, they enjoy this mumbo-jumbo life
So when in the grey-noon, that seed might
turn gray

Like property in the cruelty of inferno
Could any man tell the meaning of this world?

If response would not be a sham of saint
What everyone wants in this earth?
Was it not crossroad leading to x-junction?

Apparently, everyman needs comfort, however wealth and power
Have seized the regime of that desire and aspiritation
Both governors are power-sweepers,ruling with rage and absoluteness

Who thinks there's any night which calm could take over the sky?
If not horrendous scream would grab the day
As agent uptightens heinous criminal

There's water flowing around and away around
Gripping and whizzing to visit every lands
With pretty flown image all around the landscape
Like flying kite far off into the sky
Despite that, world still guarantees its firmness

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THE TREE THAT I COULD NOT GROW

The tree I could not grow
Why should I have to cut it down
When i could not nurse its rows
With kindness,patience and in the dawn
That would survive its green
With hapless fluids around its grains

I could not believe the shames that scoop beneath its roots
Which suffering from the dampling flies's feet
The shady leaves that receive its dividends
coiling around and fretful like scary rodent
Even the soil that benefits its shelter
Considering ingrate as the best falter

But I'm so ashamed that I ditched into its cross
Like man entangling in his own dress
Fear,so weary that all vanished
Like oil facing the face of angrily hot pan
Which shows the play of punity farnished
And bend my head towards its vein
Started asking why I fail to keep my promises
My reply just comes in a simple tone
I'm sorry that i couldn't grow you

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The realism of live and life sujourn by the definite submission to own personal will and decision.

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