Category Archives: satire

IN THE GALE OF RAPTURE

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The echoes of trumpet call,
Steal the world with surprise
Within and around the globe
Infants swiftly vanish
From their mothers’ back
And all stars are quickly taken
From the company of dark clouds
O madness rules the streets!
Chasing those left behind
To whirl with the gale of dust
For their skeletal secrets
Walk nude to the scene of shame
Women legs twirl, bodies lithe
Gyrating to the song of doom
The fishers of lust, hunt bloods
From the river of their hearts
Their sinful eyes birth tears
Seeking mercy in their deserted churches
When broken glasses can no longer be gathered
Sun and moon give their fame
To the reign of satanic rains
And the world is drenched
Beneath the showers of tribulations
As the world awaits the thunder of its end

written by: James T. Abel Adesitimi

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APOSTLES OF CORRUPTION

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Apostles of corruption are:
The electoral-herbalists!
Of our green-white land
Who steal our cowries of vote
To appease their political gods

Apostles of corruption are:
The newly elected apostles
Who have once preached to us
The gospel of sweetness
But later chameleon to be lies

Apostles of corruption are:
The priests and Imams who bow
Their consciences for coloured-papers
And nurse our national termites
With fasting and thunderous prayers

Apostles of corruption are:
The oiled mouths in parliament
Who read the epistles of foods
While their kinsmen at the root
Are dying of starving everyday

Apostles of corruption are:
Our foolish representatives
In the house of loot
Who speak stony vocabularies
While we hold class beneath trees

Apostles of corruption are:
The federal members
Who forced every student
To study their invented selfishness
In the universities of strike

Apostles of corruption are:
Those mice in black uniforms
And the kleptomaniac body
Who make friends with the rats
And the suckers of our national wealth

Apostles of corruption are:
I and you who refuse to go
Against injustice, lust, fraud,
And all other societal vices
In our respective domains

BLACK TOLLGATE

Black Tollgate

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Dressed in haggard Black khaki
Stretching their hands like neck of a turkey
All they want is just a piece of penny
Prove stubborn, they seize your car key

Your nose gets the stinking sweat
Pay your price and ignore the stink
This is a tollgate
But they issue no receipt

Can you fight for your right
When you don’t have the might
Right or wrong, it is a tax you have to pay
Only those who obey will have their way

Written by: Emmanuel Nathan Oguche
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

Credits:WRRPOETRY

CORRUPT VERSES

Corrupt Verses

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I.
You take the front seat in my church
You take our traditional titles
You are esteemed and honored
You, I run to for help

Corruption!
Do I really hate you?
Or I hate myself?

II.
Now is the time to rise
A sunshine shower
Won’t last an hour
Rain before seven
Clear by eleven

Match wind and April shower
Bring forth May flower
So true, that Wishes
Won’t wash dishes

III.
Fight without pretending
That makes you real
Challenging without offending
That makes you a man
Oppose without defending
That makes you patriotic
Accept your fault without offence
That makes you teachable

IV.
The giraffe stands taller than the rest
The Eagle never flocks with feeble birds
The lion roars and the wood trembles
Distinguish yourself and feast with nobles.

V.
To be healthy, wealthy and wise
And live without compromise.
Hate corruption instead of ourselves!

Written by: Jane T. Ogenyi
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

WAKE UP MY MOTHERLAND!

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Nigeria, my motherland!
You doss on this floor of self- slavery
And now your snore has brought famine
To eat up your fertile lands
Your forest of green leaves
Has become a jungle of tears
Where our hopes dangle on withered trees
Your high hills of wealth
Have ‘en brought low
By them who hold the hammers of corruption
And when we questioned their deeds,
They pointed their oiled fingers straight
To delude us with dark ‘bright future’
Oh Wake up, from this act of deceit!
You own bow and quiver full of arrows
But little rodent taunt you!
Shame on you, my motherland!
You call strangers to string your bows
And your offspring are mere laborers
In the farm of the men from across the ocean
Toiling, to take from your barn into their soils!
The explosion of bombs in the north,
Fell churches’ walls to swallow human bodies
With the mouth of infant graves
And your misery is crowned
In the world record of infamy!
Oh Wake up my motherland!
For this dream might lead you unto death!

written by: Adesitimi Taiwo Damilola.