₦airaland Forum

I was born there
I was born there
in the crooked jaws of odds,
where fate’s dice rolled venom and shadow.
I drew my first breath amid the scramble of hyenas,
their eyes glinting, hungry to claim the last gasp of light.

I lived through it
dotted the jagged lines of a treacherous path,
born among beasts that wore familiar faces.
Hurt bloomed first from the hearth of home,
hate served as milk from the same breast.
A lot cast in shimmering mirage and brittle fantasies,
hope decapitated too soon, its tender head rolling in dust.

Survival became a blood soaked wrestle,
fratricidal war without declared enemy
the closer the blood, the deeper the blade,
kinship sharpening the edge of betrayal.
A race I never consented to run,
a badge of calumny branded upon my brow.
Shot through the heels like Achilles in his prime,
I limped from the cradle of innocence into the arena of cruelty,
carrying the unending miasma of a stunted existence.

Abandoned. Secluded.
Punished for reactions spawned by their own bitter bile.
Childhood was stolen in broad daylight,
my small hands thrust onto a slippery slope
while they watched with cold delight as destiny slid toward my ruin.
From hidden ambuscades they drew their swords,
arrows dipped in unrelenting blood,
aimed straight for the marrow of my becoming.

I groan and mourn in the velvet dark,
where enemies masquerade as friends, ever monitoring,
and friends reveal themselves as silent foes, ever watching.
This path was never mine by choice
yet into this war I was enlisted,
a thousand bands of beasts descending upon one fragile soul.

I was born there, buoyed at first by the songs of wandering troubadours,
somewhere in Africa
a land that swallowed my rights before I could speak them.
Where laws are inked by the hands of criminals,
where police auction justice on dusty streets for coins,
where certificates are phantom scrolls bought with silver and shame.

I was born there
in the furnace of West Africa,
where compassion has long been declared extinct,
and only the fittest devour the weak under a merciless sun.
Street boys kill to taste another dawn,
scholars surrender the throne to simpletons,
the brightest minds reduced to eternal critics
while cadres of mediocrity cage the ambitious.

I live there still
where a certificate is merely a passport to flee,
lawyers hawk bail and charge like desperate merchants,
doctors protest in the rags of urchins,
poets peddle cosmetics instead of verses,
bankers mount rickety okada beneath the weight of fallen dreams.
Among drug peddlers and cultists I move,
where clergymen trade holy fire for coins from the gullible,
inducing visions in exchange for silver.
In this iron cage we dare to call a country,

I was born there.
I live there.
And still
I endure.

The looter of Minna

In this groaning wreck we dare to call a country,
the destroyers still walk among us, unashamed.
Babangida once swaggered in khaki terror,
his iron fist crushing tomorrow before it could breathe.
He ruled as tyrant, blind to every future seed,
power in his palms, yet the nation he bled and looted dry.
A servant for a season, he and his circle served only themselves,
then retired to stolen mansions, fat on the marrow of the land.

He hounded honest tongues to the gallows for daring to speak truth,
while arrogance dripped from his lips like poisoned honey.
Millions he impoverished, helpless souls left to rot,
their dreams ground into dust beneath military boots.
“Maradona” they called him, but never a name of honor,
only a slick trickster dribbling the people’s hope into oblivion.
Now he bows his gray head in the quiet shame of Minna,
too afraid to flee the Nigeria he helped murder,
where criminals like him are strangely shielded by the same broken law.

Destruction has not paid its dividend; the ruin stares back at him daily.
He dares not walk the streets his regime never bothered to pave,
among the multitudes he defrauded and left in chains of want.
Men without vision, who stalled a giant with guns,
turned promise into mockery, greatness into jest.
Obstructers became our leaders through the barrel’s threat,
institutionalizing corruption like a dark, evil genius.
Systemic failure took root, and still it spreads its venom
in this same mess we stubbornly call a country.

Babangida, where are the guns that once ruined us all?
Are you happy now in your twilight silence?
Can you stroll freely among the ghosts of those you killed,
or do their shadows still whisper your name in the night?
Boneheaded barrack boys, drunk on docile masses,
apprentices without brains, idols of every profligate thief.

Generalissimo of morons, bearing arms against hope itself,
you looted the Gulf windfall and left us beggars in our own house.
Detestable men and their fickle friends, protected still by guns,
afflict this land till this very day.
In this groaning wreck, this mess we dare to call a country,
the destroyers live on, and the wound festers.

Copyright © Oluseyi Akinbami | Year Posted 2026

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/babangida_1608526

Babangida
In this mess, we called a country, the destroyers lived among
Babangida once terrorized us with Khaki, failures affect all,
Ruled as a tyrant forgetting the future, had power but looted the country,
A mere servant of a few days, served themselves, retired with stolen wealth
Hounded men to the gallows for speaking the truth,
Incensed by the arrogance of Power, impoverished helpless million
Maradona was never a name of honor to the crooks


Bowed his head in shame in Minna,
Afraid of leaving Nigeria where criminals like him are protected
Destruction has not paid off, The Nigeria you destroyed stares at you
Afraid to walk the street they never built, among the people they defrauded
men without vision, stalled a nation, forced together by guns
Obstructers became leaders through guns, greatness now mockery
Systemic failure set in motion, evil genus institutionalized corruption
In this same mess, we called a country.

Babangida, where are all your guns that ruined Nigeria?
Are you happy now, can you walk freely among those killed?
Boneheaded barrack boys took advantage of massive docility
Apprentice without brains, the cynosure of profligates, & fraudsters
Nigeria, ruined beyond recovery as malefactors are emboldened
Generalissimo of morons, bearing arms, looted the gulf proceeds
In the same mess we called a country
Detestable men and fickle fin protected by guns
Afflicted us in Nigeria till this day

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Yet, More Than A Brother


Moods oscillate in cadences of peaks and valleys
Music to fractious emotions on greasy dance floors
Mistimed cues of flares smouldering relationships

Angst of redundancy seethes from within as lava
Anger is camouflaged with the cloak of reticence
Ardour suffocated with the noose of indifference

Cataracts of devotion flows from the heart’s crevices
Compassion brightens the visage with deep dimples
Caressing arduous tasks to lighten others’ burdens

Attrition grates the soul baring the mind’s low estate
Audacious mien casts the mould of a mean persona
Attracting pestering quizzes on casual promenades

Undeterred optimism as binoculars peers into a future
Unresting feet daily eat up distance seeking solitude
Uncharted landscapes nuded and printed with flourish

Life’s harsh lessons came bound in teeming volumes
Lecturers of sundry genre pierce the ears from lecterns
Long lonely nights pass away brooding tough theories

Attention always spurned with multitude of entreaties
Attires are the shields of invincibility from prying eyes
Amazement and wonder to acquaintances and friends

Years of toiling under hard-nosed instructors for a scroll
Yielded bitter results hunting for game to stuff the table
Yo-yo appointments as boulders crushing elevated hopes

Obstinate phase of season invited foes within and without
Ostracism dug wells of acrimony pulled by cord of hatred
Outcast engraved on the forehead with pens of odious ink

Longings stir for kindred spirits to occupy the soul’s void
Letters are dispatched far and wide on wings of honesty
Letting in respondents through the window of brotherhood

Unbridled tongue lashes out blindly to sting innocent flesh
Untainted heart in atonement pours out songs of lamentation
Unseen are the weals of self-flagellation trenched in the heart

Sequestered recompense curdled milk of unity with affront
Stories unfurl the firmly swathed bard with mystical verses
Satires the canvasses littered with brush strokes of humour

Enigma garbs the character in fineries not of gold but awe
Etchings of astonishment imprinted boldly on dull apparel
Enamored of any able to break into the mind’s penitentiary

Yearnings of affection resonate from the depth of the soul
Yearlings and all invited to a banquet of friendship and love
Yesterday’s delinquencies wiped with the duster of repentance

Insatiable quest for erudition compels him to drink in cupfuls
Imbibing in long drags the wisdom poured out on parchments
Infused parched organs energized to purge constipated passions


Apparitions of buried memories exhumed with rash eulogies
Arouse dried up tears that ever fail to cleanse the robe of guilt
Arraigning again before the partial jury of tormenting thoughts

Kaleidoscopic filial relationships hypnotize the mind to dumbness
Kamikaze images on ethereal screen longingly beckoning for a role
Kedging the ship of life’s voyage with sorrowful tugs to damnation

Intentions misjudged rivet spiteful labels reflected by wicked eyes
Impaling arrows of hate perforate the spirit to seep out its essence
Invitation to invasion by dark fiends to fetter the mind’s fragile walls

Neglected on shore as brothers and sisters sail out with patron’s hearse
Neighbors cut out their flesh of revenge measuring with unjust scales
Neutral judges acquiesce with stolid silence as the gavel of authority

Black skin refuses to be cajoled by those richly perfumed emollients
Bronzing came by nature’s quirk and glistening the sweat of its kiln
Brawn cultivated in the gymnasium of hard labor threads the body

Anodynes are moments of laughter with friends that rob sorrow of joy
Allayed fears sucked into the chasm of oblivion by a vortex of pleasure
Annoyance a rare display on a platform erected on the base of candor

Mistakes of the past hurled as fiery pebbles of insult across continents
Mark with contorting bruises turning the face into an offensive mask
Maturity date for restoration of loaned out bond suspended on a caveat

Intermittent pulses race to recesses of cranial bank to withdraw memories
Intractable dramas staged to the roars of disgust banished with entreaties
Internalized are kernels of the fruit of life eaten hurriedly in ignorance

Poems composed by Emeka Akpe

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/yet_more_than_a_brother_1530297

Igba Irunmole


Igba Irunmole,

These armies in bright blinding splendour,
Arrayed in unfathomable beauties,
Winged being from beyond the galaxies’
Tracking the blues skies unnoticed,
They walk this earth, unseen by mortal eyes,

Igba Irumole,

Sparkling in beauty, I marked their glowing gaze,
In radiance beyond sunlight,
Watching the sons of men day and night,
Though as servants attending,
Yet as warriors in readiness,
They weary themselves unseen by mortals,

Igba Irunmole

They cover the winds in clouds,
Sprinting through sunlight unhurt,
They mingle in lights with glorious enthusiasm,
Constrained by frequent grandeur
Parading this widening landscape

Igba Irunmole

Is this His beauty? a delightful sunbeam,
Buries my gaze in a blindfold of horror
Well nigh to the end of life,
This frame so frail mingled with pains
A strength not mine imbued within,
There I saw my fickle frame.

Igba Irunmole translated into English Are myriads of Angels
Igba is number count in Yoruba Language,
Irumole, Iru awon oni Imole, the bearers of Light

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/igba_irunmole_1529636

The Power of Poetry

I Climbed rocks winged with words,
and paint beauties on my path,
invade palaces unhindered,
bearing arms welling from this frame.
I draw the sword from the scabbard,
piercing dictators with a dagger,
I cut their cables by this craft,
and watched their fickle frame subdued.
I soar like eagle in my thoughts,
coruscating gleams attending,
I see nature's beauty and hear voices,
I roam in firce shades in search of jewels,
The pulse of fear or grim assails,
Yet capapie and undaunted.
I see men entrapped in a race,
oh! that they might see the filth,
and time, how short to pen,
these vague and obscure moments.
Yet, poetry catches but a few.

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_power_of_poetry_1530024

Igba Irunmole

These armies in bright blinding splendour,
Arrayed in unfathomable beauties,
Winged being from beyond the galaxies’
Tracking the blues skies unnoticed,
They walk this earth, unseen by mortal eyes,

Igba Irumole,

Sparkling in beauty, I marked their glowing gaze,
In radiance beyond sunlight,
Watching the sons of men day and night,
Though as servants attending,
Yet as warriors in readiness,
They weary themselves unseen by mortals,

Igba Irunmole

They cover the winds in clouds,
Sprinting through sunlight unhurt,
They mingle in lights with glorious enthusiasm,
Constrained by frequent grandeur
Parading this widening landscape

Igba Irunmole

Is this His beauty? a delightful sunbeam,
Buries my gaze in a blindfold of horror
Well nigh to the end of life,
This frame so frail mingled with pains
A strength not mine imbued within,
There I saw my fickle frame.
Copyright © Macaulay OLUseyi | Year Posted 2023

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/igba_irunmole_1529636

The enemy on my Bed

And he said unto them, If ye had not plowed with my heifer, ye had not found out my riddle.Judges 14:18b


They plowed with the heifer,

A stranger of a day,

assigned from the pit,

to bring a Samson down.

She feigned false affiance,

with a mission so deliberate,

trans-versing vast territories,

to cage a man by Lust.

the disguise of a demon,

derailed a man on mission,

suspending the vision.

The bargain was too costly,

her comrade the philistines,

pretentious while purloining,

hides in ambuscades,

dictating schemes to kill.

The captives now entrapped,

They kept their walled territories,

inflamed the loose Cyprian,

for fleshy lust and greed.

Are you the man on a mission?

Oh! be not complacent.

The flappers surrounds you still.

Keep this emblem on your chest,

Delilah is not a friend.



https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_enemy_on_my_bed_1418453

President Olusegun Obasanjo, Atiku Abubakar

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Time Tell Time


Time,
tick, tick it moves,
unrestrained by mortal powers,
trampling on all, silently.
Leaving some behind,
taking many along its gentle or dreary path,
for one, a fulfilled destiny,
some in regrets,
others in grandiose adulation,
Yet subjected to the change of time,
to some with open gates and palaces of passing filth,
to others, the gates are closed as enemy to time.
moments alter our state speedily,
Joys too soon mutates in this clime.
Yet Time, unrelenting.
Time, Tell Time.
to some, it appears as Friend,
to others, it veils itself in darkness as a foe,
who can appease Time?
it rushes upon us from cradle
leaves memories or takes us both away.
Leading to the paths of innumerable choices
Time,
Tell Time.

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/time_tell_time_1501968

Home Medicines

Invincible craving for the relish from home,
Laughter in deep dimples sets as lava, seats silently with desires.
Mother’s medicines rejuvenate,

Food, Bring them from Africa.
Especially from Mami’s kitchen,
Where the aroma helps develops patience,
The taste of unblemished earthenware,
Unsoiled by the greed of GMO
Unfrozen fresh, unpolluted with preservatives.

Bring me Egusi, laden with numerous healthy proteins,
Amala enflamed with circling of igbako,
Ewedu must never be ignored, where gbegiri sets the suiting taste
Where is Iyan which I savour with fish,
Ikokore that suiting tase that ask for more.
Efo riro , the delicious taste that brings all to the table,
Fed by nature with organic uniqueness

Meal onioned and appetite salivating,
Take me to Africa, where meals are freshly cooked
Away from these Tins and cans
Where Fish is fish indeed,
Vegetables are grown with nature’s lushness.

I starve in far off climes,
Away from Nature’s table
Supported by Poison from laboratories
Silently ebbing out by supplement, weakening the immunity.
Pharmacist turning healthy bodies to experiments,
With concoctions of fabricated medicines.
Vaccines and jab as alternatives,
First Jab, Second Jab leading all to their graves.
Far away from natures herbs
Take me to Africa,
Where tables are set to heal the frame
The careful selection of True Mothers.
Come to the Banquet of untainted Nature.

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/home_medicines_1494830

Copyright © Macaulay OLUseyi | Year Posted 2022

Emilokan the chants of rogues



Emi’lokan, the lyrics from a loon,
the vituperation born from the womb of greed,
the menace of recycled gangsters.
Emi’lokan, the beggarly shame of old vermin,
the intrusion of mafias and thuggish urchins,
Emi’lokan, The insanity accepted as norm,
Emi’lokan the dystopia of dementia, great grandfathers
suspending relevance of their poisoned docile Youths,
Emi’lokan, The cornucopia of fraud.
Emi’lokan the senseless Politics of bribery, of rice, tomatoes and grains.
the desperation of old thieves at the precipice of the grave.
Emi’lokan, where election is a lie,
Emi’lokan the lom of no reputation,
Emi’lokan though devoid of dignity,
Emi’lokan robbers without conscience,
Emi’lokan injustices without consequence,
Emi’lokan of diabetes and paralysis cloaked in deceptive "Babariga"
Emi’lokan where profligates bands hover over us.
Emi’lokan in the country of rogues.


Copyright © Macaulay OLUseyi | Year Posted 2022

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/emilokan_the_chants_of_rogues_1463730

Emilokan the chants of rogues


Emi’lokan, the lyrics from a loon,
the vituperation born from the womb of greed,
the menace of recycled gangsters.
Emi’lokan, the beggarly shame of old vermin,
the intrusion of mafias and thuggish urchins,
Emi’lokan, The insanity accepted as norm,
Emi’lokan the dystopia of dementia, great grandfathers
suspending relevance of their poisoned docile Youths,
Emi’lokan, The cornucopia of fraud.
Emi’lokan the senseless Politics of bribery, of rice, tomatoes and grains.
the desperation of old thieves at the precipice of the grave.
Emi’lokan, where election is a lie,
Emi’lokan the lom of no reputation,
Emi’lokan though devoid of dignity,
Emi’lokan robbers without conscience,
Emi’lokan injustices without consequence,
Emi’lokan of diabetes and paralysis cloaked in deceptive "Babariga"
Emi’lokan where profligates bands hover over us.
Emi’lokan in the country of rogues.


Copyright © Macaulay OLUseyi | Year Posted 2022
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/emilokan_the_chants_of_rogues_1463730

Emilokan the chants of rogues


Emi’lokan, the lyrics from a loon,
the vituperation born from the womb of greed,
the menace of recycled gangsters.
Emi’lokan, the beggarly shame of old vermin,
the intrusion of mafias and thuggish urchins,
Emi’lokan, The insanity accepted as norm,
Emi’lokan the dystopia of dementia, great grandfathers
suspending relevance of their poisoned docile Youths,
Emi’lokan, The cornucopia of fraud.
Emi’lokan the senseless Politics of bribery, of rice, tomatoes and grains.
the desperation of old thieves at the precipice of the grave.
Emi’lokan, where election is a lie,
Emi’lokan the lom of no reputation,
Emi’lokan though devoid of dignity,
Emi’lokan robbers without conscience,
Emi’lokan injustices without consequence,
Emi’lokan of diabetes and paralysis cloaked in deceptive "Babariga"
Emi’lokan where profligates bands hover over us.
Emi’lokan in the country of rogues.


Copyright © Macaulay OLUseyi | Year Posted 2022
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/emilokan_the_chants_of_rogues_1463730

Emilokan the chants of rogues


Emi’lokan, the lyrics from a loon,
the vituperation born from the womb of greed,
the menace of recycled gangsters.
Emi’lokan, the beggarly shame of old vermin,
the intrusion of mafias and thuggish urchins,
Emi’lokan, The insanity accepted as norm,
Emi’lokan the dystopia of dementia, great grandfathers
suspending relevance of their poisoned docile Youths,
Emi’lokan, The cornucopia of fraud.
Emi’lokan the senseless Politics of bribery, of rice, tomatoes and grains.
the desperation of old thieves at the precipice of the grave.
Emi’lokan, where election is a lie,
Emi’lokan the loam with no reputation,
Emi’lokan though devoid of dignity,
Emi’lokan robbers without conscience,
Emi’lokan injustices without consequence,
Emi’lokan of diabetes and paralysis cloaked in deceptive "Babariga"
Emi’lokan where profligates bands hover over us.
Emi’lokan in the country of rogues.


https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/emilokan_the_chants_of_rogues_1463730

Beautiful Africa


Africa,

In this tranquil spectre of time,

imagination tickled,

Tell,

I will tell of the treasures of a people,

Africa on my mind,

The blessed Land of the brown Chocolatey pigment

the brave unbroken cast,

myriads of ebullient frame transverse in strength,

though marooned by turbulent past,

scorned by the ignorant,

undeterred,

These rare breed tanned by the beauty of sunshine and nature,

Effulgent with coruscation of brilliancy

Calumniated, they soar

the subject of unvarnished opprobrium

defying the rage.

Onward to destination

Tell, The greatness of unbroken spirit,

when riveted with the barrels unharmed

The kindness and love,

Africa, the Beautiful Motherland,

The Home of Nature

from the swelling tide of the Atlantic oceans,

to the coral gardens of colourful crystal clear waters of Zanzibar

The scenic lakeside of the Bahir dar in Tana,

The breaking plate of “Nyiragongo”

The calm quietude of Amboseli,


amazing coastal treasures, the tropical forest,

A people of strength.

A continent where hidden gem are untapped

with Mountains and sweeping valleys,

Africa,

Tell,

The spirited awe flowing from “Mosi oa Tunya”

inspiring creatures of Serengeti,

the beautiful kissama and “Masia Mara,”

where ravenous creatures converge to hunt a prey

Only the brave heart dares.

the craggy cliff, the Lush emerald Jungles,

the beauty of natural sunset

the resplendent glow of untainted atmosphere

To tell of the beauties of motherland,

The thought overmasters me,

Take me to Africa



Where this tanned frame glitters in the sun

cock crows at dawn

the thrills and chirping sound of birds

A people with values,

culture and morals.

Africa,

The cradle of civilization,

Though ridiculed, we go on in strength,

passing through the King's highway.

sojourner among you.

This is not our rest.



Kissama is in Angola
Amboseli is Located in Kenya
Atlantic Ocean is located S-shaped basin extending longitudinally between Europe and Africa to the east, and the Americas to the west
Mosi o Tunya is located in Zambia,
Serengeti is located between Tanzania and Kenya
Massai Mara is a Border between Tanzania and Kenya
Nyiragongo is located in the democratic republic of Congo


https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/beautiful_africa_1435369

Our Plight

Strange sedition stealthy sets
cloaked in artificial greening phiz
some by prejudice inquiring,
“Where are you from”?
others in feigning frame avoiding,
finding paths away from you,
There be those secluding,
choosing space dodging.
deliberate speed the drama,
of Conceited Bias,
of loss of innocence,
Deprivation infinite,
Obvious denigration,
Nature's sun made me shine,
I don't envy You.
The spite, multitudinous,
At work,
The Bus,
the Malls,
The elevator,
the peevish looks
Even in Church secluded,
The brief suspense at the “sacred” ground
Exclusivity,
We see it, watching in silence.
Some time too Obvious,
Unspoken Nepotism,
“We first”, You Last or voided.
“Minority or Others”
we know these sieving schemes.
This dying carcass is a mere container,
We are not inferior,
we are not a threat,
We are beautiful
We observe,
We lough at these ,
We are sojourners here.

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/our_plight_1436799

Hidden Arrows


This grim February, away from Africa,
where this beauty offends no one,
where no preference for safety,
Far away from Love,
I heard the echoes of war,
unfriendly torrents rippling the air,
ambition suspended,
in the middle of nowhere,
mundane things now ephemeral
was there money in the Bank?
The vicissitudes of life,
I joined the speedy flight for safety,
amidst countless confused faces
hurrying to the Polish pole,
Wearied through the wintry nights
hungered, frightened and pale.
seeking kindness in the gloom
At the Border, fleeing to safety from war,
They Pierce me without a sword,
they cut so deep through the pains of bygone years.
“You are not welcome here.”
My Offence,
I am African.

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/hidden_arrows_1436770

The Poisoned bottle


The Wuhan experiment concealed,
The cunning crafts devised,
Myriad of ignorant mass their targets,
An agenda unmasked,
Polluted atmosphere
Forged idea of a prepared viceroy.
"Mask up"
"Six feet"
"isolate"
Inauguration of the control game.
People's servants turned tyrants,
Ignorant bunch of scallywags in power,
turned virologist overnight.
Unending speculations.
Copycats as figuheads.
Dictating to dictators.
Europe did these,
America copied ,
Australia on "socialist" precipice.
The knees on the neck in Canada.
Africa the beggerly consumers.
Dull heads and gracious tyrants.
Leading heads of conquered docile whimps.
Bodily autonomy despised.
President and prime ministers,
more catholic than the pope.
A false cure to healthy citizens.
Euphoria,
A poison patented,
Ask Moderna,
Conception and naming ceremonies,
"Alpha,"
"Beta,"
"Gamma,"
"Delta,"
"Omicron"
Greed sighted opportunity,
Protected from litigation,
Unsuspecting mass of guinea pigs,
Wuhan global poison transverse freely.
No sanctions,
No repercussions,
The plotters planned Olympics.
Media mopped contrary views.
Censorship of facist style journalism.
Doctors silenced.
Massive casualties
Pretenders purloining,
Pharmacopia conspired.
Another false sense of security.
Illiterate dictators consented.
The gaulible on a long queue
Welcomed an experimental ampoule.
The quickest ever.
Greek gifts like Cleopatra flowers.
Criminals rushing to the lab,
The history of past failures overlooked.
Humans, bereft of logic.
Jabbing for fear of death.
The division
Vaccinated deodorized
Unvaccinated criminalized and restricted.
"Omicron" the game changer
Defying experiment
Until the demand and sales pitch failed
Billion in dollars their gains
Casualties their pigs
Sorry, You cannot sue

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_poisoned_bottle_1432713

The Poisoned bottle


The Wuhan experiment concealed,
The cunning crafts devised,
Myriad of ignorant mass their targets,
An agenda unmasked,
Polluted atmosphere
Forged idea of a prepared viceroy.
"Mask up"
"Six feet"
"isolate"
Inauguration of the control game.
People's servants turned tyrants,
Ignorant bunch of scallywags in power,
turned virologist overnight.
Unending speculations.
Copycats as figuheads.
Dictating to dictators.
Europe did these,
America copied ,
Australia on "socialist" precipice.
The knees on the neck in Canada.
Africa the beggerly consumers.
Dull heads and gracious tyrants.
Leading heads of conquered docile whimps.
Bodily autonomy despised.
President and prime ministers,
more catholic than the pope.
A false cure to healthy citizens.
Euphoria,
A poison patented,
Ask Moderna,
Conception and naming ceremonies,
"Alpha,"
"Beta,"
"Gamma,"
"Delta,"
"Omicron"
Greed sighted opportunity,
Protected from litigation,
Unsuspecting mass of guinea pigs,
Wuhan global poison transverse freely.
No sanctions,
No repercussions,
The plotters planned Olympics.
Media mopped contrary views.
Censorship of facist style journalism.
Doctors silenced.
Massive casualties
Pretenders purloining,
Pharmacopia conspired.
Another false sense of security.
Illiterate dictators consented.
The gaulible on a long queue
Welcomed an experimental ampoule.
The quickest ever.
Greek gifts like Cleopatra flowers.
Criminals rushing to the lab,
The history of past failures overlooked.
Humans, bereft of logic.
Jabbing for fear of death.
The division
Vaccinated deodorized
Unvaccinated criminalized and restricted.
"Omicron" the game changer
Defying experiment
Until the demand and sales pitch failed
Billion in dollars their gains
Casualties their pigs
Sorry, You cannot sue


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