POETRY FOR U Gh

Behold Ta meri! Behold Ta seti! Now in dire need Now in servitude For loosing her pride... Behold Ta meri! Behold Ta seti! On whose plight I speak ; Lured to the kill For loosing her Kings... Behold Ta seti! Behold Ta meri! The mother whose Doors are closed To her children... Behold Ta meri Behold Ta seti The mother whose dreams are Shuttered shedding geniality, Now at the gallows... But I dream of the future When her Kings Will assume their stature, When her home will be rid Of its bonds from its wooers. I dream of the future When her children Will price the bounty Of their harvest without The invisible hand - The future when her children Will walk across borders, To share a cup of pito Over their decision for A better tomorrow. I look to the future When in want her soul Will feel no despair. I look to the future When in penury Her soul will feel no vial But joy and glory . Glory in its peak of glow, Glory for her and her home, Glor

Tribal mark is the name you're called You serrate your victims dimples, Forehead and cheeks with scars. Denoting the identity intended At first sight with your bearer. Yes, your purpose is fulfilled Yet deform is your victim, With the scars to reform. In this age of Aquarius, Familiarity and a name Is identity disclosed.

Mama tell him seh war a nuh fun ting Mama tell him seh put dung di gun ting Mama tell him seh gwaan go look a work Do likkle farmin her Someting Mama tell him war a nuh di ansa Cause it nah have nuttin to have fah Only a bullbox and ?? There is no happy ever after Gangster life ain't no joke I best advice you stay out Once you’re in, death is the only way out. We need to put our shoulders to the wheel, Lift our heads above the water and wake from slumber. We don't need no gun(Price) to ra ta ta ta. We can make it with just the priceless LOVE!!!! By Collins Achuliba

What kind of a teacher are you Mr. Teacher ? What kind of a teacher are you madam teacher ? Do you mind teaching the children their past ? Teach them not to believe the fictitious books teacher ! Give them knowledge of the conscious heroes Mr Teacher ! Teach them of the conscious self. Tell 'em to such for the facts teacher... So... So  they won't become like me... So... So they won't forfeit truth when it's stares at them. So ... So they won't shun their ancestors. So... So they won't shun their ways Mr Teacher ! What kind of a teacher are you Mr Teacher ? What kind of a teacher are you madam teacher ? What kind of teacher are you father ? What kind of teacher are you mother ? That you teach your children to get lost... That you teach your children to travel far away... That you teach your children to look not for you. What kind of teacher are you Mr. Teacher ? What kind of teacher are you madam teacher ? What kind of a teacher are you ?

Peace... Peace... Peace Where's the Haven for you? When is the search for you? For we long for your fruit To savour it's nectar in haste Peace... Peace... Peace Where have you been? For we need you off-late To pamper you and taste Yours sanctimonious love. Peace... Peace... Peace... Why have been so late To come home and take Care of your loves? Cause we've missed you with hate.

Love floats like a boat at sea Within soul mates with ease, And breaks in seconds like eggs ; Dropped  on the floor, within disparates. It's strong with the pulse when lively And shreds like a tree, struck with lightning It tells the stories in the beginning, and Grows fat with the facts in history. It broils with the hurt when lost, and Bleeds with a sour as cost. It's the pinnacle of hope for the living soul, A founder of solace for the lonely soul And the sting of joy to the Journeying. Thus, love one - love all ; love more Love to cure humanity's bane.

O death, why knock at my door whiles I merry? Why at this scintillating moment? How could you snatch my gay unawares? Your mean disposition of choice needs a probe ; since you dock at my shore living none with hope but more with grief Tell me how your grasp will last? And tell me how soar it's stern stain will be?. For often, some times, some how When you launch your journeys ; To my humble abode. I sense your presence, benighted , and sometimes severe like now But letting go,  as human as I am  I cling To the very thing you need Why dock at my shores Whiles I Merry? See how your clutch has wounded me... With this scar you've left me bleeding to the very name you are. Why now whiles I merry - death?

Dekwo, Do not be baffled Do not baffled once again, To hear me pry of our tradition. For what I know as a heritage is now being threatened by a foreign tradition. Dekwo, you sent me to learn the ways of the stranger, but our ways, oh! Our ways is being threatened by this invader. His teachings ; his language and his worship he deems is superior. He says our ways, our deity ; as a worship is achaic, ancient and inferior. He says, our tradition : pass down from our forefathers, pass down to your fathers, pass down to you and now, to be pass on to me. He says, is a foil of a relentless toil. He says, To redeem us, To redeem us, His, is our salvation. To me this abomination he sputts has effected and has initiated it's roots deep down our soil. Since many son of the motherland are seriously learning his ways. Speaking as a matter of fact, I'm being brainwashed and now, I find myself confused, in a dilemma ; not knowing where my trust lies. Believing in my traditi

In the gloomy pictures of the night Comes forward a car Loaded, but poorly lit with light Journeying through the dark. Guided with such a plight Is such as we call doom. If life can even be as twice Gamble it not in that percentage wise.

Nyaaba ooo! Nyaaba! Hear me as I call Hear me, hear the plea of thy sons before thy knee. For the rains have started, but our harvest, you know; has never been mild And it's still long due, yet our fears so long over the years is due again. We employ thee We employ thee to hear us : Let the coming of the rains bring Peace Let the thundering spare our walls Let the storms bring us with naught And let the call for the sow  bring bounty. Nyaaba ooo! Take... Take... Take... And let your anger be sated. Let our journey be fair as we leave your bosom. Once again hear our plea and remember, now the cock crows only when it's crop is full.

In our presence lieth a soul Purported to protect was his goal. Lynched in mob action, cause We've failed To right the wrongs of society with aim. " in a den of a world where right is abscond and the belief in justice is in scorn, the innocent suffer at it's dawn ". Where is the love for humanity and for all? Where is the cause?, Where is the 'fect of the creation of the "system" ? If Father would loose a son If mother would loose a son If brother would loose  brother If sister would loose brother If son would loose a father If daughter would loose a father If wife would loose a husband If husband would loose a wife Where is the love? Where is the love : When we parade ourselves in church? When we parade ourselves at mosque? When we pour libation? Where is the love that prompted the creation of the system? Where's the love? Where's the cure? Where's the good in the creation of the "system&quo