That voice in the desert that cries
Wolf when sheep are slain.
That voice is the desert that rain
Words when swords come piercing.

That voice in the desert that lament
Lamentations when the people lament.
That voice in the desert
That deserts dissertation of egoism.

That voice of logic that sing songs
Of tragic tales that sails,
From Limpopo to Zambaizi.

That voice of tragedy that wails
And yells like the wolf when its full moon,
That voice of reason that moves beyond
Season when schism becomes reason.

That voice that voice.
That voice that echo the cry
Of warriors past whose blood soak
The land like rain soak the sand.

That voice that sings sonnets
That resonates like planets,
Whose light shines brightest
Like the morning sun.

That voice that placates when feelings duplicate,
And replicate the hope of the hopeless.
That voice that cry like banshee
When blood flows like crimson,

Behold!

That voice that has been drowned by nepotism,
That voice that has been raped by fanaticism,
That voice that has been corrupted by corruption,
That voice that has been bribed by bribery,
That voice that has been quenched by nepotism,
Fanaticism, tribalism, religious extremism,
And all manner of bribery and corruption.

Behold!

That voice that shook hands
With the cold hands of death.
That voice that voice,
For we no longer hear that voice.


*Dedicated to Gani Fawehinmi.

Just seeing this
Who is he?

JigsawKillah:
Just seeing this
Who is he?

Delta state is still a state in Nigeria the last time I checked. Lol.

I edited the poem and arranged it properly, when I posted it, the lines ran into each other, so I had to break it to give it a good structure.

I'm doing so with all the poems I posted earlier.

joseph1832:
Delta state is still a state in Nigeria the last time I checked. Lol.

I edited the poem and arranged it properly, when I posted it, the lines ran into each other, so I had to break it to give it a good structure.

I'm doing so with all the poems I posted earlier.

Well, I don't follow politics

JigsawKillah:


Well, I don't follow politics

Oh. Sorry, you can google him.

joseph1832:
That voice in the desert that cries
Wolf when sheep are slain.
That voice is the desert that rain
Words when swords come piercing.

That voice in the desert that lament
Lamentations when the people lament.
That voice in the desert
That deserts dissertation of egoism.

That voice of logic that sing songs
Of tragic tales that sails,
From Limpopo to Zambaizi.

That voice of tragedy that wails
And yells like the wolf when its full moon,
That voice of reason that moves beyond
Season when schism becomes reason.

That voice that voice.
That voice that echo the cry
Of warriors past whose blood soak
The land like rain soak the sand.

That voice that sings sonnets
That resonates like planets,
Whose light shines brightest
Like the morning sun.

That voice that placates when feelings duplicate,
And replicate the hope of the hopeless.
That voice that cry like banshee
When blood flows like crimson,

Behold!

That voice that has been drowned by nepotism,
That voice that has been raped by fanaticism,
That voice that has been corrupted by corruption,
That voice that has been bribed by bribery,
That voice that has been quenched by nepotism,
Fanaticism, tribalism, religious extremism,
And all manner of bribery and corruption.

Behold!

That voice that shook hands
With the cold hands of death.
That voice that voice,
For we no longer hear that voice.


*Dedicated to Gani Fawehinmi.

well written bro, u r gud.

noble4d:
well written bro, u r gud.

Thanks bro, I appreciate.