the gog and magogs

The GOG AND MAGOGS

I mourn for my home,

which is yet to witness its funeral,

In the hands of the unscrupolous element,

That spares no progress to prevail of home,

They are the gog and magogs yet to manefest.

Gog and magos abound,

They are everywhere like pest,

Consuming everything in their way,

Sparing nothing from rod of steel,

To woods and sticks, rafters to foundation,

They swallow our planes,

Only the stinking smoke we smell,

Whenever they cough in our presence,

They drank all the liquids and solids we inherit,

And bury our wells with heavy mountains,

Our tiny hands could not plugged and maintained,

Our sea is desiccated, mountains grinded,

The farms and green lands were crushed,

The ships were sailed away and crunched,

Our food is poisoned and waters adulterated,

our homes are demolished and roads devastated.

Our blood and veins are not left,

They are suck by the suckers,

Living us with little or no life to live,

Alienating us from all access to the luxuries,

That could make our world a little habitable.

Gog and magogs,

Walk your way and turn not your back,

Swallow until your stomarch exploded,

And your intestines like orstrich's be buried with you,

And the deprived lived a happy life here and the next world.

THE GREEDY RASCALS

My home is in chain,

Surrounded by evil forces,

Of greed and lakadaisical rascals,

Who cannot crave for honour to themselve,

More to a nation they depended so much on,

The Pest,

Who  such the earth dry,

And barren a fertile nation,

For the curse of their hot pants,

Which has blinded them to see proper,

Perceiving a whore as the national service.

Shamelessly busy doing nothing,

Departing from one brothel to another,

"To invite foreign investors"

When the local ones are bankrupted,

As a result of extravagant demand from them,

The ants that lifted the giant elephants,

The mongers,

Whose flamboyant quarters,

Spread all over beautiful cities,

Christened overwhelmingly as embassy,

Did they actually misspelled the meaning?

 Or merely dceceiving those who traveled to the moon?

The drunk,

Who could not even stand on their feet,

Nor care about the future of their helper,

The nation they crippled and stamped a mountain,

Unnecessary on her thin paralyzed shoulders to sink,

Behold,

Every good turn deserve another,

The loot in their fat pocket is cursed,

They could not even inherit it nor their children,

The fat pocket in the world will consume it all,

And they will remain dependant in hell where they dwell.

MELANCHOLY

Africa your tears,

Has filled all your shores,

Leaving the salty taste in the waters,

Your grief is felt by the thundering sound,

Of your heart like the beat of a mighty drum,

Certainly yours is a melancholy,

Suffering in the hands of your own children,

Who are busy dragging you down to your grave,

In desperation to inherit all that you ever possess,

To the detriment of the unborn and infants,

They allowed the stage of crisis,

Instigated a brother against a brother,

A hunter to hunt his fellow hunter,

And allow the animal watch the butchers,

Drawing blood as chiiled zobo to wash their throat,

The gold will not turn deserts,

Nor the diamond turn to bare stones,

It will remain interred in your soul as blood in vein,

Yet geed will not allow them see when you die,

All your wealth and prowess shall be buried with you,

Africa,

Open your mouth and shout,

For you are forever eternal as the ocean,

No matter how heavy they may become,

When you shake your body they will tumble,

In despair to their next abode and vanquished.