POETRY FOR U Gh

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

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.

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...

The forest speaks the language of tranquil  It's rift, weeds, leaves of creepings and trees  Have a terrain more real than steel.  The colour - green is grille in, and so serene  Much meant for a love seal  Imagined the middle of the sea.  It is a playground not only for cheetahs  But a world called ataraxy.  Weeds , leaves of creepings and trees  All tell no tail than peace,  Connoting a coherent whole  For all diverse hopes.  Yet, festering is bogging her down  By the human travailing clowns  Plundering her hedonic thrill  To an aging awkly quilt ; Immaterialised in her ethos  Of peaceful dialog,  To the scorching dessert home Soon to be lost by all.