The Dark Moment

The day was an innocent at start,
the spread blanket without an end, was an innocent, and with a past.
Troubled mind, dreamed of hope
simple mind walks out from strop.
Darkness stand at the post.

The day, grows saltless
Fear stands with darkness
Vision stop mosey
Heartbeat sound to be noisy
Moments turned to be coarse.

The dark world weak the bold
Predators stands too bold
The thick black scene support the scare
The unwanted ones showed up; the nightmare.
The dark world splits the world!!

O'feranmi

<b>Capital punishment</b>

Capital punishment are we yours?
Do we stand the right to claim you are the sauce
The beatings from you are causing bruise on our hearts
Or is these coming from our acts?
Is these not a mess

You chained our joy
We never dream to Boyle
You gave us a general landmark
We are blown away from the track
Our men are now a boy

The old ones are confused
Our leaders are gladly profused
The ages memes are lost
The capital is cost
The people are dethroned

O'feranmi

An Hungry man

Frowned faces, with a frustrated thought
Noisy stomach, with dry gut
Little work, with a little effort
Dreaming off from past situations like a desert
Dreaming on present cases like the secretariat.

Grumbling up and down
Observing life, thinking all should be crown.
Waiting for the day dedicated for free meal.
Exercising the appetite too well
Losing appetite for zero varieties of meal.

Standing alone in a soundless world.
Picking none of the sound around to be for a word.
What a sudden sharp ear,
The ear that will figure out the voice saying "come and eat" among multiple voices.

The hungry man never seems to be happy
But seems to himself to be zero

O.feranmi

She used the dust bin.

The mosquitoes gave the to and fro sound
The stinking yawn of mine drove them around.
These early morning seems to be situated at the north pole, with a cold sound.
My pillow kept on requesting for more curdle, I snubbed it to be in a damn pound.
Little pillow you are wanting me to be lazy am off to ground.

Stepping on the floor backing the enemy of work.
The rough floor was laid with tons of dirt, it calls for work
Still taking moves in the north pole, an area of stalk.
Bending the cord of my back, picked the many brothers bonded together, they made no talk
I swept the room not small to compare to 5times

The dustbin warmly contained in it a neat sheet
The writes in it were like the sword of two warriors striking each other, the write can never blet.
The writings seems never to be fit

Oh momma told me dialogues aren't a straight go
The content in these write is from a lonely soul.
I got the source, is from her, I got the source, is from her dole.
She used the dustbin
I got the source is from her though.

O'feranmi

Affirmative action

Affirmative action is it in my land?
The bowel of trust never thrive through my land
Green plants of victory are dead in my land
Large street of truth has being destroyed in my land

Affirmative action is it in my land?
The mouth of lions are widely opened
The danger rooms are secretly opened
The phobia for truth gladly entered

Affirmative action is it in my land?
I wish I can have an answer
I wish it is a question with an answer
I wish you can answer

O'feranmi