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The crocodile
Smiles at his tears

And the leopard can no
Growl, as he hide his courageous
Face to the swampy creek in the Haven

The shark swings
Over the boiling water
That was once peaceful
He can no longer penetrate
To the depth of the sea as he
Takes solace on the surface of the water

The palm fronts
Reluctantly obeying
The stormy wind that has
Almost blown every roof naked

The beautiful
Couple, casted
Net to the empty
River that was once
Seen as our modest Hero

And the river
Is now flooded
With gas flaring
That has burnt our
Fishes to ashes and
The burning gas dances
To the rhythms of heartless Kings

The sun...
Now hiding
His glory on
Our glorious Land
As he kisses the bare
Foot of darkness, Oh sun!
I call you to shine over darkness

Now!
Where is truth?
Where is justice?
And where is Service?
Have they gone green?
But the grasses are not greener

No!
Noo!
Not at all...
They've gone to dine
In the parlour of the swampy Haven

A nice piece but I suggest your first line should have gone thus...

When will the streets be clean
To be Free
And Healthy
To be in Peace?

I slept over my dreams
And these dreams
Took me to 1980's and 1990's

I saw 2002, 2005
And 2009 walked to my corridors
Their apparel, figured the
Scars of 1967
The scars are indelible in the land

It was never a rosy land
But the land of Golgotha
Where Jesus was crucified
And you've been crucified as lazy youths
The pains of Golgotha are fresh
As the morning Dew.


The pains raped my morning Joy
Raped my white bedspread with stenchy
blood stains.
To make my virgin blood cry for help

Just there...
My tears, felt no future in the past
But the regrets of yesterday
And I realized...

I wasted Today
regretting Yesterday
And the thoughts of Yesterday
Snatched My Today
But that is in the past

So on this day...
I pledge with every breath I breathe
To walk pass my past
As I live in memory of the future

The drums of Anfield echoed in my bedroom
Loud as the noisy neighbours of the city
That took me to 7:45
I could barely devour the taste in my lips as the plates looked at me angrily
All I could see is 50685 people seated in red and blue stripes
And my heart couldn't exhume the thoughts bowing to the thunderous sounds of "We Never Walk alone"!
The sounds of "We Never Walk alone summoned me to the front row

I saw blood in every red
I saw anger in every red stripe
Anger that was hovering around like red bulb without the rays of light
Fear gripped my inner peace as I trembled on empty feet
But I could take solace on a false history
History of the reds on historic nights
And I finally saw determination and courage hugging every red passionately!

They sang continuously...
"Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark
At the end of a storm
There's a golden sky
And sweet silver song a lark
Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
Though your dreams be tossed and blown
Walk on, Walk on
With hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone
You'll never walk alone
Walk on, Walk on
With hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone
You'll never walk alone
They continued in this melodious tone...

Just like rendezvous!
One came, in one and two
Two came, in two and one
And three came, in three and one
It was a night to remember!
But the longer night comes in a fortnight...

#Dedicatedtoallliverpoolfcfans



#SUNDAYERNESTOYINMIEBI

My head aches
My spine shrinks
My face wrinkles
My vein spills blood
And my chest freezes to the unfreezing breeze
The Lakes cooling my angry heart that now sees lies as truth...

There was a country...
A country that was bewitched by witches and wizards
Witches without a wish
Wizards without wisdom
Together!
They bewitched this infallible land

I was not there
I was only part of history
The lines in this history is what made history historical...

How do I pass this history to my young historians?
I now have a problem with history
But with history they must get this history

Chibok was mocked
Chibok was traumatized and stigmatized
Chibok was asked to face her distant destiny

Dapchi went for honeymoon with her luggage's and treasures
She was hailed and celebrated with the loudest drums

The bewitched wondered in dismay as their lips held sway
The witches and wizards danced to their shrines with joy
Here it comes!
There was a country that was bewitched...


SUNDAY ERNEST OYINMIEBI
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With empty heart I came...
Wandering helplessly in the desert
My heart shrinks to the nocturnal echoes
Fearful I was but all hopes wasn't dashed

I looked up to your blooming shrine
With a native chalk in my right hand
And a white fowl on my forehead
You beckoned courageously...
And I walked slowly to this scary path in November 2017
Slowly and steadily!
I am at the feet of this shrine

I have come to worship you in truth
Worship at your golden feet
Cos your love has enveloped my inner peace
Please! leave me not to slumber
As I come humbly to your shrine
Shrine of poetry shine on me...



SUNDAY ERNEST OYINMIEBI
Đä ĺÿříčàĺ põèť

You are the sweet red wine in the lips of the ignorant
They taste your bitter sweet savour to blossom their ignorant lips
Their ignorant lips hold you in high esteem
They dine in your exalted table
They taste you rapidly as the joyous moon
They have found everlasting joy in your wicked dynasty...

Please would allow them to perish in conscious ignorance?
I beseech you to tell them who you are
They have known you for the wrong reasons
They celebrate your wicked atrocities
How can you do this to these young men?
I didn't expect that from you
Why can't you tell them the truth?
Why can't you tell them what you are capable to damage?
How long would you hide what you can damage from them?
But wait, how did you manage to malign them?

Well, I don't blame you...
I blame their naiveness
I blame them cos they fail to know you
They rather worship you in ignorance
Oh! You make my precious tears to shove through my golden cheeks
My heart bleeds as the bloods of the virgins cry...
What about those who had countless scars cos you work through these young men

My dear, if I were you...
I would take myself to the walls of kirikiri
Make kirikiri my humble abode till they get their sanity
Or can you tell the government to take you where you belong ?
Till you cease to exist...


SUNDAY ERNEST OYINMIEBI
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A war without bloodshed
War without ballistic missiles
War without tears and mourning
A war with pleasure!
Pleasures at its disposal


A generational war
Adam fought this war
Abraham fought this war
Isaac fought this same war
My grandfather fought this war till he went beneath the earth
My Dad fought this war and still fighting...

What a war?
A war without bloodshed
A war filled with pleasures (treasures)
There had been no winner and there can never be a winner...

They say I must fight this war
Oh! How scared I was...
The man in me sprang up
He wore his fighting boot and went ahead
Fully armed and he never relented

I am fighting this war
A just war I must fight
My beloved ones are fighting this war
Never you fight cos you love fighting
Fight a just war
Fight a glorious war as I am fighting...

I will fight
You will fight
We must fight
Fight and handover the batten to our children
I pray we succeed and never be victorious

I wonder...
I only wonder why Jesus never fought this war
How can he fight when his father Joseph ran away at first...
It's never his fault
A spirit being sent to salvage the inequalities in this war..


BY: SUNDAY ERNEST OYINMIEBI

A war without bloodshed
War without ballistic missiles
War without tears and mourning
A war with pleasures
Pleasures at its disposal

A generational war
Adam fought this war
Abraham fought this war
Isaac fought this same war
My grandfather fought this war till he went beneath the earth
My Dad fought this war and still fighting...

What a war?
A war without bloodshed
A war filled with pleasures (treasures)
There had been no winner and there can never be a winner

They say I must fight this war
Oh! How scared I was...
The man in me sprang up
He wore his fighting boot and went ahead
Fully armed and he never relented

I am fighting this war
A just war I must fight
My beloved ones are fighting this war
Never you fight cos you love fighting
Fight a just war
Fight a glorious war as I am fighting

I will fight
You will fight
We must fight
Fight and handover the batten to our children
I pray we succeed and never be victorious

I wonder...
I only wonder why Jesus never fought this war
How can he fight when his father Joseph ran away at first
It's never his fault
A spirit being sent to salvage the inequalities in this war...

Noted sir. Your criticism will only make me to work harder. Thanks and I want more of it to help shape my activities
I will try to get the English version

God! You allow me enter this car �
I no believe, I dey inside this car since my mama and Papa born me
Car wa nho get reverse!
One way, we dey go...
So so gallop, flat tyre, bad engine oil, pot hole wa be like pit hole...

Hmmmm! How I go do?
Make I just endure reach my destination
My destination come be like Sahara desert
I no dey see front, I no dey see back
Even blind man see pass me for this � car

The only time wa the car dey move na when them dey change driver
Them dey change driver every four years!
All the drivers wa them don change blind pass blindness
Abeg, I no need driver again...
I need mechanic to make this car work well
Haba! I don tire!!
How man go do? Make we dey go small small...

Oh! E dey pain me
The gallop don plenty pass
The tyres don flat pass before
The engine oil don black pass charcoal
I wan shout! Abeg make somebody help me shout

Imagine even cows don take front seat for this car
What about snakes? Them get money pass graduates
Even rats them dey take AC for good office...
The monkey nko? that guy get joy dye
Abeg, make I go animal farm go get joy
Till I find 106m from those guys...

Abeg! I no fit continue again
Oga driver, park well
Make we go call another mechanic


BY: SUNDAY ERNEST OYINMIEBI

I anticipated a longer night
Longer than twilight
I will sit at my golden seat
Counting the stars till 12 am
I will surely take refuge in the moon
Till 6 am
I shall dream no dream

Now! it's 1am
My bed scanty as a grave
I will surely take solace cos she is a thousand mile away...

My eyes gaze straight to the clock once again
It ticks slowly as never been
It's 1:15 already

Behold! She made her way to my lifeless bed
Planted a kiss to my thirsty lips
And sent me to the gate of life
She turned darkness to light

Her hands serenely fell wounding my neck
My hands locked horns against her fast rising chest
I slowly and secretly walked past her thighs
She screamed silently to my deaf ears
But they could hear her heart beat faster than a talking drum...
Oh! This is where I wanted to be on a val night

My eyes saw reality at 6 am
My pillow was my companion
My bed was scanty as it were
And dreams weren't true this time...


BY: SUNDAY ERNEST OYINMIEBI

I see focused tears
Shoving the cheeks of the green regalia
A once beautifully decorated giant !
Resting softly in it's place, then with blink of an eye
It slowly began to loose it's strength in the hands of maladroits
Yearning for help but no helper
Now! Weak and shivering...

You got pot belly with corruption
They over fed you with poverty and stagnation
Richly endowed with crime
Steadily loosing his status
Philosophically confused
Politically dehumanized
Economically raped
Religiously fallible
And holistically gullible
Now! You are weeping uncontrollably
Would please wipe the golden tears of the green regalia?
Lower! Lower!! and still lower it's falling

Why? But why?
What did I do that was so mysterious?
What did I do to deserve this?
God knows me more than anything...
I felt like I didn't deserve it
So why me?

I seem to understand...
The parasites love me because of my paradise
This paradise is not eternal
These parasites make my paradise eternal

Oh! There will be eyes, cheeks floating glorious hairs and chin
I believe there will be a glowing smile
I know things happen for a reason
But I see reflections bouncing of tears
They will be bouncing of the biggest tears ever seen
For they will be tears of Joy
Look closely and you can see my face shining back
It's such a beautiful face you know...

BY: SUNDAY ERNEST OYINMIEBI






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