.1……Labyrinth of Disgust ………….

 

Fear will grip the land,

the revulsion of truth will spring forth jitters.

Tension will mutinously,

balance in magnanimous gestures.

 

This reverberating impact,

will be felt and bereft of fear

Our communal psyche,

 still belies belief of a debilitating status quo.

 

Truth will one day be revealed…

 

Even futile attempt

Concerted but revealing,

Our path unknown yet known.

 

Remember these words…

 

No pleas

No tears

Will distract the mirrored image of our hearts

Though broken,

In melancholy,

We shall one day suck again,

from her nipples of restoration.

 

 

………2… Labyrinth of Disgust …….

 

Mortals,

Leaders.

 

Virtues and expectation thrust in battered banality,

As perils haunt the inadequacies of marabouts and prophets.

 

Though we snare to soothe our whims,

the miserable feeling persist,

the opium of blithe cushioned by quiet directives exist.

 

Their vulpine attitude courageously feigned

With a salubrious and venal countenance,

 Still rattle as impact on our fragile penance.

 

O genius on evil

benevolent benefactors,

midget in mind and thoughts,

your evanescent triumph,

Lecod and moribund it seems,

Will one day destroy you?

 

 

…3………… Labyrinth of Disgust ………

 

No barefaced rogue pontificates

Antiquated canons with proud relish,

in spittle of terror and treachery, like them.

 

In strained anticipation,

We revolt to reason.

Though bought and peddled as support

will become a cankerworm of disgust.

 

The throne of dilemma,

the resurgence of ethnic pressures and sanctions

will awaken the gods.

 

We cannot eat the signpost of hostility,

the dissidence of chaos and rebellion

or the recompilation of anxiety

We will seek  peace.

 

 

…4…… Labyrinth of Disgust …………….

 

 

Remember...

what agony in denial

 

Remember

the tears of despair

 

Remember

what tremor of rejection

 

Remember

the floodgate of cynical articulation

 

Beckon…

O! Rubicon of hope

for dawn far from tomorrow will come

 

Beckon…

O! impunity

for what conscience doth tremble,

in the face of guilt.

 

Beckon…

O! parody of dirge

an elegy will we chant

for our nation deserves an epitaph.

 

Nothing doth sound appalling

and still bites our conscience,

but allays only tearful passion

to seek unsought blemish.

yet we live in fits and fist.

 

 

…5……… Labyrinth of Disgust ………

 

We had great passion

With a wild like fashion

Smothering increase in fame

While faltering decrease in shame

 

The fulcrum of distrust

A hoodlum in distrust

Sweeps our ethnic landscape

Looking for an easy escape

 

The king of subterfuge and intrigues

finds the pangs of rogues

too hard to bear.

 

Assassins

Mandarins

Demonic torture

Despotic future

 A third term?

 

We share such passion for retrogression,

the very abyss of our miscegenation.

A vendetta of uncontrolled consequence

will be fuelled by greed and political turbulence

of power acquisition and power shift.

 

The south must rule!

but reason for rule,

The north must heed!

but reason to heed……

 

The creeks in the delta

daily erupts to falter.

Bandits, pyrates declare their rights to the black gold

With songs of dirge they sing as bold,

Screaming with poisoned fangs

 

The forty years and….

Of folly and self deceit

rigged by incumbent imbeciles

perpetuating ethnic discord and tears.

 

Yes…

We share what tacit decision,

dealt derisively by these cabal.

The degenerates generate greed

giving greek gift of deregulation…

 

Yes we share…?