I'm scared!
Grey's Book Club Weekly Journal
I'm Scared.
Of the untold slavery beginning to swallow Africa,
The dominant greed,
Our leaders' creed,
The stupidity in erotica,
That has made them sell souls and destinies of those unborn.
And we youths, we no get sense,
So we pounce on crumbs of pseudo-sense,
The ones we find anywhere, everywhere,
That suits that wound,
the one we lick, there and here,
As we click, foolery bound.
I am scared, of this directionless mass,
Of black skins.
Sons of warriors, of brilliance, no talk maths,
Intelligence space bound,
From black wrinkled faces,
All now flushed down the anals of time,
In gulps and drags of mixtures only the Ill took, in severe cases.
Soon you'll be reclining in those seats,
Like uncle Taju,
And chidubem's mum,
Cursing on the government,
How we have embezzled the money,
The one some people's father have stowed away,
Lying to you in big English terms,
Like "bilateral relationship,Multinational frontier pacts"
So you'll applaud your stupidity,
Then wake up into hardening hardships.
I'm scared I'll be long dead by then,
And my offsprings be in the government,
Greedy as well,
Or that I'll be amongst you,
In another clime,
Forming activist, when there's publicity needs,
So you'll call me another enigma,
And resume your achievement chants.
The same vicious unending cycle,
Whilst we think the worst has come,
When it always just keeps knocking!
Abd.Elmagnifico '19
now is never now
I'm Scared.
Of the untold slavery beginning to swallow Africa,The dominant greed,
Our leaders' creed,
The stupidity in erotica,
That has made them sell souls and destinies of those unborn.
And we youths, we no get sense,
So we pounce on crumbs of pseudo-sense,
The ones we find anywhere, everywhere,
That suits that wound,
the one we lick, there and here,
As we click, foolery bound.
I am scared, of this directionless mass,
Of black skins.
Sons of warriors, of brilliance, no talk maths,
Intelligence space bound,
From black wrinkled faces,
All now flushed down the anals of time,
In gulps and drags of mixtures only the Ill took, in severe cases.
Soon you'll be reclining in those seats,
Like uncle Taju,
And chidubem's mum,
Cursing on the government,
How we have embezzled the money,
The one some people's father have stowed away,
Lying to you in big English terms,
Like "bilateral relationship,Multinational frontier pacts"
So you'll applaud your stupidity,
Then wake up into hardening hardships.
I'm scared I'll be long dead by then,
And my offsprings be in the government,
Greedy as well,
Or that I'll be amongst you,
In another clime,
Forming activist, when there's publicity needs,
So you'll call me another enigma,
And resume your achievement chants.
The same vicious unending cycle,
Whilst we think the worst has come,
When it always just keeps knocking!
Abd.Elmagnifico '19
now is never now
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