Dodgy Stickers Political Tag

In a land of pretense and who you know 

No no no; it has all changed now 

Political correctness, now as it stands 

It is, who knows you to be precise 

Though name dropping can be as effective 

As tools for blagging one's way through 

Closed doors, and unpicking locks  

Walking through walls, like Houdini 

Attendance, as is by special invitation only 

To know the right words and people 

And to say the right things, as secret codes 

Dropping names as passport holds, opening doors 

Do you know who I am, as certification to have 

Dodgy stickers in a land of pretence 

And presumptions, special interest as a norm 

Who sent you, to establish grade of position 

Anas, Anas is on the tail of dodgy stickers 

Out to catch plastic figures with political tags 

Questionable moral grounds, a wolf and a sheep 

At least someone is out to get them, dodgy stickers  

A Ghanaian Election

Do not hang the dreams of my children 
Do not wrong the lives of the unborn yet 


Who came from the motherland with ambition 
And found resolve to mount progression 


Who found  meaning and riches 
To help his own patch, get ever so green 


Who joined a course a worthy one 
And found a media, a medium voice to be heard 


Who became the naked King, a thousand "yes sir, master"
And thought he was, to be made bigger than Rome 


Who called for the down fall of Rome with political rhetoric 
Burn Rome, burn Rome, and called out toys of ravage 


And toy soldiers gallantly that wanted blindly to follow 
And march to the sound of battles, puppets with arms  


Do not hang the dreams of my children 
Do not wrong the lives of the unborn yet 


We just started seeing the difference  
Rain makes after a long spell of draught 


Do not call for the gods of carnage  
Yee men of copulate and montague 


Waving your flags above that of the kingdom 
You are only as we make you, as a collective 


Do not threaten to hang the dreams of my children 
Do not wrong the lives of the unborn yet 


We as a collective us as a union 
We stand guard at post, alerting your sleep walk 

A Concept Of Life

Reality engages me to look deep, into the caves of my making  

I will have to face the rocky hills, that stand before me  

With occasions of bright sparkles, rainbow hangs  

To have me thinking  

That finally my request has been heard  

And the answer set so bright  

And the pain from before  

Pain of the process  

Falls off feelings, memories, like amnesia  

A mother not enjoying her family  

A father his wife, a mother her husband  

A son the calmness of a mother

A daughter the braveness of a father

  

Tasked to engage, married to the effort

Sometimes a spark, gives brightness 

An assurance of what can be achieved

But we are asked to look deep into ice glaciers and see blue

Hope of a kind, how deep the treasures hide

A steady invisible shift of rivers of mountain ice,

Invisible to the eye of man, but none the less

None the less, it carves mountain rocks, into sculpture

There stand brittle before, such immense energy,force 

Doors all around the world, holds stories behind

Each with a varied difference in concept to share

The hours of day, distant yet conjoined

By the simple complexity each have in stories to tell

Hope stands as the only resolve 

Determined to be stubborn against the walls of Jericho

That strive, that strive will be known as the defining virtue of man

That on the eleventh hour, he will find the strength needed

“Soon enough men”, I heard a man say 

Looking deep into the eyes of oblivion

"Soon enough men I say "

It is the defiance that manifest miracles

Some just want clean clear water to drink

How about that, questions that lingers, rhetoric  
And that would be more than enough

Much more than enough in value

Some just want to play in fountains

Make this a memorable day 
Out with nature 
Free like a bird, on birds flight  

A miracle of a kind, man can make happen

Drinking from the greatest river of life

“Soon enough men”, I heard a man say

What is in your pocket?

What defines you?

What do you always have on you?  

Mine is a phone and a bunch of keys, a pen drive  

Held by two gifts and a mystery key fob

A mystery key fob, oh how so poetic