SICKNESS OF THE PSYCHE

There saw I a tribe:
'Tis full of tortoises
Ruling the world with bribe,
Blocking the path of the breeze.

To me they come with lies
Building my hope on foam;
For hard did they tried
For me to dash out my home.

Unfulfilled promises they gave all time
And in all blessed me with crutches
With all the tactics of time.

O'er their terrible good governance
They serve to me no importance;
They're embodiment of fantasy,
Giving promises of no analysis...
All fulfilled in the blues.

I smelt, saw and felt
The danger smiling on the hill,
I couldn't but took to heels
From the bullet released.

Commotions dominate my mind:
A great problem unheard of,
Why're you so unkind?
For you lock up our well of love,
Switch unity to diversity
And my hope to foamless soap.

Can I be free from this?
Oh! My eye bleeds!
Kleptocracy enrage me
And makes my blood run cold;
It brings on me mental disorder
And pricks my mind really further.

Oh behold the tribe!
All with kleptomaniac hands
Weakening my whole stand.

My heart for revenge thirst,
Boiling my anger to rise;
My pen vigorously bleeds with vengeful spirits,
All to fight against corruption
By peace or eruption
And have back our birthright.

The world's thoughts filled my mind
And in a jiffy jointly gather;
My mind couldn't but be sick
For the gargantuan problem ladder.

My heart weeps!
My mind shivers!
When will this end?
Democracy or Kleptocracy?

My sleep is never a reality,
My mind and body are entities,
My home is but debris
And theirs...Paradise!

My brain spin and spin
As of the mighty propeller;
My mind's movement is in traffic
Oh! Why is it this static?

I'm alive but dead:
Mental brouhaha occurred in my head,
I grew thin like a thread...
I'm but a living dead.

written by Oladoyin Micheal (a.k.a Prof. Mike Breeze)