Zilch
In the first world, money hides in a cell and kills people,
In Nigeria, lack invites indigents to a bloodless genocide,
Afterwards, eggheads burn their learning evidences and head to slavery,
opening their mouth once a month.
In tones and posture of global advancements,
poverty kills the mother continent faster than a tested nuke.
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Tested
The only timeless piece that remains unseen is infinity,
created by the God-head in the perfection of trinity,
A master piece not conditioned with hands,
yet weaved in the thoughts of an ancient mind,
Who can undo it in perfect wisdom?
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Falling apples
We are soldiers and pawns
meteors on stage
playing idyllic,
testing life objects in a foil
arousing the raging voices in the theatre
adrenaline animals consuming a patch of the furnace
we burn our all into evanescence
covered with blue blood.
In the trade of myth
we are spurn by centrifuges
fighting till the end.
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Blurred
My eyes have seen it,
but they remain closed to the weight of your burden—
an overture of a forgotten artist,
My blood is bleeding.
I eat this lovelorn dish every day,
scourged by the earth underneath me,
my gait in pompous carriage,
drooping.
I reckon that I need healing,
But again, I lie there in the endless bath,
soaked with anger, the pores of my skin
carrying a thousand pieces of an Egyptian yoke,
walking through emotional wilderness.
I could stand the sour of lime in this heat,
stretched into the forgotten brass of the Atacama,
But what is this?
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Burning Erde
The earth is aligning
but the door is ajar
rickety spill of ego
slaps on the thunderbolt
who can hear it?
the roar from the occident?
who can see it,
the dragon balls of inordinate desire?
The one percent of men pounding with a pestle,
cementing peace to the ground.
All written by Fortune Omosola
