ANUFƆ LITERATURE _YAW-KAN.J

 HE RAINS HARD ON US EVERYDAY  ************************* We are hunted down on daily basis  By the military might of poverty. He shows no mercy on us Even with our desert minds. He rains hard on us Nay, a downpour  Forming rivulets of disillusionment  And running blur our vision to reason. It is he, poverty Brother killjoy Who severs our ties with blissful dreams And cutting deep from down the roots from tomorrow-  The trees of life Watered by myth Pruned by fables In the deserts of the North. Replanting rays and heat Hate and greed Division and chafe And exiling bromance.  While tinkering and thinkering We fail the free flow of fairness  And lock with avid strength, the lock of foulness. Disgusting nobility  But celebrating hostility  Cutting fit an identity not identical as the twin. Feasting and dining with the cola Meant to share with the locale But in their bellies and homes, To the faithful servicemen, their own Running salivary er...

 A Bulldozer  We all like the Bulldozer  Destroy the roads Before we finely Make them the tarmac of a generation.  Unlike the Bulldozer,  We are permanent in our destruction  Never mending the bridges We create Ever widening the gaps to Hollow Sharing not, hoarding away faithfully,  Those in the dryskin dry on By the sheabutter on the fire of fraud Feigning and faking <script async src="https://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js?client=ca-pub-5426249023201542" crossorigin="anonymous"></script> It's the temporality The goodies of the greats Who divide us-- their spoil And prank us--their prey. From when shall the liberator  Whose prophecy we heard of From the bellied virgin  Be born to stage the course? How our woes are doubled? And our hunger drying With the drier that dries the Heir.  It is wonted time Said to gain it a second.

 FROM HIM TO HIM That is how we have become.  My observation: there was a Promise: He will lead now He will lead next. But not born yet So, I asked the question yesterday: When last was the sign of Butter and Bread? Amy, 'Dearest , have you the time to query?' Ti's when your Tea is your Tie. Surely,  a dream? Slack hallucination! Yet upon your labs of joy Sat you there, Kingly posed Majesting in parlour Significantly signing new ways Buying common senses  Staging new thinking  Reawakening new ideas And enjoining new beliefs. 'But, we wait yet, said Amy. To see him born, he that must lead And when born, he passed on the race Same in size and shape 'Twixt it a line Counting one, singing all Telling none dodging millions Centering to home, Craving beyond not How the crowd yelled And shouted to gain him the race.' Said me, Ah...again Ah... Well is enough  To say---- For the tongues that uttered a yes And the thumbs that printed a yes Should I my sleep count you...

 Lariki  This is a popular saying From where I come To the one in the affair of provoking nothing For nothing. The buds that must grow up say it,  Always unaware of what it means to be a Lariki.  A kind budding soul Always told to refuse sunshine and rain To wither   For the  big trees to survive. That's the call from the Cedar plants Who have the nutrients to shoot up even taller. Yesterday, at the gathering of the shrubs, There arose self-reflection,  To bury greed as seed Reproducing grassroots called grace Which can save the goats and sheep From thirsting and starving to death. When the gathering offed,  The litres of oil in the lantern Was shared to sheer friends Who share in the shares of the shea Planted by those leveraging on bonus air Only given at dawn. When they cry out their frustration  The nostrils of those who commit the crime Signal fiercely of a stuffy nose of complaints.  So, they gag up, saying nothing.  The ...