Urban Song

National secrets administered by oaths, Public speeches written as songs, A country where milk and honey flow, The Acts paragraphs in the constitution, The amendments altered as by-laws, Grafts defining corruption, Devolution dissolving the vice, Civil protection, military offensives, Territory demarcations, Land ownership grabbing a nation, Stepping down pending investigations, State officers taking vacations, Laws, ethics and civil codes, Bureaucracy Administrative structures, News Propaganda the Media departments, Painting the Coat of my government, Lower House, Upper House Our House, Political greed, The People’s needs, Public eye, civil society bodies, Seeing Evil deeds branded Innocent, That is justice the way it is, Living in Harmony with peace, The ignorance of the elite, Separated by The middle class, Tolerating the low class ingenuity, The tribunals, judge’s Supreme Court’s decisions, Mass action movements, go slow demonstrations, The police   extrajudicial killings, Disappea...

I went in for lack of a dime, poverty made me prisoner, But in here am rich of words, now I write my story, On these prison walls, I spread that story, Even these prison warders cannot stop me, Though walls are crooked and my script is not in line, My poetry will come out so clear and fine, And will live on many years time, Even as I watch that clock travel in circles million miles, Time will not erase my writings on these walls, My memory is full of light like sunshine lighting my mind, On these walls I cast the shadows of my thoughts, Using these words to escape reality, Break these chains that bind me, Happiness the freedom that I desire ,

In Thelastpoet Words

They never sang your praises, All your efforts will never be celebrated, While at it some will  quote your phrases, in your funerals your names shall be cremated, ashes to ashes and that is how it ended, But now here I stand, Strong with the pen in my hand Celebrating those of my kind, The great ones fallen for some reason, It’s time to chant for a different set of heroes, The lyrical pros like E-sir, The great singers like Angela, The mother nature of our time Wangare, And the others who went in this era....

I finally have a daughter, She was conceived and born off my Ex lovers, For I failed to choose the real mother, for whoever was nice I let em have my daughter, whoever came first love spread at sight, when I come to think of it we are not in good terms with the mothers, These thoughts make me believe that my daughter shall not experience the love of her father, because I shall be married off to another,  woman who never knew about my daughter,   she be ready to erase my pain of the loss, but promised to give me another, as long as I won’t let her know about my daughter, even though situations force us not to be together, my daughter flows in my blood, she is in my thoughts contemplating her in my dreams and wish she was born at another time, that time I shall make right choices, a time when I will be married to her mother,  so she grows knowing her real father, a time when I come home, she be waiting for me at the door, smiling to her hero, a time when she be the only woman in my life,...

They said I am a go-getter I left my house to go get her, But not before I was sober, Used to think beer was a problem solver, Took one-too-many my eyes became narrower, In the Proverbial world I was the beer-holder Made me Forget how I used to be shy, For I walk above and felt so high, Ready to come down and fall in love, She came running through the front door, Just the two of us ready to tango, Truth be told it was at first sight, All the rest just faded away in my mind, ................... 2 b contd

Time is like the waters in the rivers, always flowing downstream never going in reverse, but a look at the clock I see it going in circles, Minutes into hours, days into months that yield Years, Another season has come around, from a distance I hear the love drum, this time tho with a different tune, Yester year 'twas winter, but now it is summer, back then it was tears, but this time I am full of laughter, I had many wild flowers, but now my garden has a beautiful rose flower, The flower that never withers, but grows beautiful in every weather, always and forever. Happiest Valentine From Thelastpoet