Poetry and Politics, Sakawa

I don't like to write poetry any more
As politics has taken over my lot

From parrots that sit and
Open their loud beaks, to profess nonsense

And be judged as guilty for being guilty
Only to have the pressure mount

On the sitting order to take a stand
Being forced to stick his hands in a blender

Oh what a blunder
When chiefs and ministers add their voice

How would the first Gentleman be seen now
Caught between a hard place and a rock

Betrayed by he's own that sits with him
Expected to stand in solidarity than to plunder

I don't like to write poetry any more
As politics has taken over my lot

What is to become of the order
When self interest and influence is to trump all

And trump mentality is becoming the norm
Loudish and flamboyant with empty shells

It's an election year, plugged off is the truth
The masquerading of false promises is in play

And the promise seekers are out
Like harvest seasons, willing to be false fed

By miracles of wonder
Man made manna from the heavens

The politicians and the priest
Are all in suit, it is hard to tell the difference

I don't like to write poetry any more
As politics has taken over my lot

Oh my lot
As politics like virus has taken over my lot

Losing a bet

I lost the battle of wits
I lost the relevance it holds

Indeed I came last on the count
Indeed I did not place at all

I lost the right to be named
I lost a seat on the table

I lost a bet tossed with a coin
I even lost the coin that was used

I walked blindly naked in a crowd
I was crowd shamed on a stage

I lost my bravado to a bet
I took a chance and I lost

I wished the fortune teller
Had told me earlier

That one does not play
A betting poker card game

Chips on the table mounted up
With tarot cards

No matter how good one is
No matter how good the odds are

I lost the battle of wits
I lost the relevance it holds

But my pineapple hair looks nice
A least so I am told

The Great Debate

It was always going to be
Just a matter of time

Truly if the stars are aligned
And the sun is our candle in the dark

Like which side of the roll
Is the right path, this is important

To say the earth is flat
And not round, am told it is still debatable

Rapper B.O.B says it so
He stands by it.

John deGrasse has his work
Cut out for him, "do I really"

Frustrated for having to argue
The point all over again

Synopsis and discoveries
Sensation and conspiracy theories

The Jester is now considered
The most famous in society

And in today's society
Fame is attributed to essence

Blanket relevance
The masses give credence

And we are all left dumb founded
Blue pills or red pills

The Professor and the jester
Debating on weather the earth is flat or round

Cupid's Grudge

I am unlucky in love
Cupid has a grudge with me

Sending arrows and arrows of
His middle finger to my direction

Something to do with
He asking me to be patient

And I just jumped the gun
Curiosity got the better of me, sorry

So I picked his arrow
And pierced myself, that easy

Didn't want to be waiting
Around for ceremonies

The story is that Cupid
Had a secret serum I didn't know about

That he places on the tip of his arrow
Before shooting for effect

I missed that part when I stole
Cupid's arrow, that is now a problem

I am unlucky in love
For Cupid has a grudge

And he is not accepting my apologies
My heart felt apologies

Didn't know he was that emotional
Way too emotional if you ask me

Acting like a kid
Come on Cupid, I did say I was sorry

No need for the double middle fingers
Especially with the tongue out, no need

My Family Tree

I am a product of my family tree 
Long from the roots, but yet so near  

With branches that spread 
And swings in the winds  

I am warm and friendly 
I am as cold as ice, dead men have humour  

A complex conundrum 
A joy to the shrink when I visit 

Then he is left confused 
After my visit, needing to unthink 

I am rigid, hard as a bone I would not bend 
I am soft, squishy as a sponge 

I am free spirited, free as a bird 
Nothing you say would bother me 

I am so self conscious 
Looking from mirrors reflection seeing blemish 

Don't blame me 
I am a product of my family tree 

The wind blows my branches 
And I swing with the winds 

Calm Waters

Patience is not having 
The peace of mind and calmness 

In still waters, like buddha 
In a mountain retreat somewhere 

Away from the chaos of life 
That is just being privilege 

It is trying to have the peace of mind  
With blood pressure, up in rough waters 

It is holding back so hard with sweat  
So you do not go crazy.. on self doubt 

In-between that 
Talking to one's self out loud  

Edging one's self in third person 
To calm down, stay calm  

While walking on hot coal 
Did I miss a point on 

Feeding off my bones

Feeding off my bones 
My ambitions 

#So find me a reason 
#Different from my understanding 
#It is, what it is I see when I look up 
#That is my calling, my dreams and ambitions 

Some are still feeding off my bones  
They say it is juicy so they 

Go on sucking my bone marrow 
We changed faces, like season 

Lovers came and went in different sizes 
Colour coded in area codes to suit 

My face got fatter and slimmer 
In one given season, renewal  

Then I found angels 
Angels with wings in my prayers 

#So find me a reason 
#Different from my understanding 
#It is, what it is I see when I look up 
#That is my calling, my dreams and ambitions 

Travellers named me a regular 
On the road less travelled 

I stayed around, longer than most 
Yea, I know these roads my neighbourhood 

Each brick 
And the marks on them 

Who made them 
Gone are a few, forgotten faces 


#\So find me a reason 
#Different from my understanding 
#It is, what it is I see when I look up 
#That is my calling, my dreams and ambitions  

My mind plays games on me sometimes 
Like the story is without me in chapters 

I came close, many a times 
And I lost track of reasons  

Still with strong faith in the religion 
We were born this way, go figure

We breathe in and out 
And it is all with our dreams and ambitions  


#So find me a reason 
#Different from my understanding 
#It is, what it is I see when I look up 
#That is my calling, my dreams and ambitions  

Hold on now, not so quick 
Wait until tomorrow and tell me how it all went down 

I can not take my focus of these roads 
They change like the sand dunes in the Sahara 

And we still travelling, a foot forward 
Though it feels like forever 

When we look back  
It seems we have made progress 

#So find me a reason 
#Different from my understanding 
#It is, what it is I see when I look up 
#That is my calling, my dreams and ambitions  

So who is counting 
Ask him to look at our worth in consideration 

Mixed feelings 
Personality change and I switch 

Back and forth arrows in rushed pages 
When I am in that mood, stay away, it takes a while 

We only human, blood that boils  
Counting down on our ambitions  

#So find me a reason 
#Different from my understanding 
#It is, what it is I see when I look up 
#That is my calling, my dreams and ambitions 

Tell family I would be late coming home 
This night, something came up 

You know how it is 
Some are still feeding off my bones 

I pray my heart 
Stays strong, for the journey 

I fear I am changing again
They feeding off my bone marrow again 

It is my ambition eating me alive 
But  it is all just for the cause 

God bless , I know I am blessed 
I know I am 

#So find me a reason 
#Different from my understanding 
#It is, what it is I see when I look up 
#That is my calling, my dreams and ambitions  

Unloading weights

I sense a weight being lifted  
On my chest away from me 

I have carried these sacks 
For so long on my shoulders 

Dragging on the floor 
As a part of me 

Sworn into my skin  
Attached like birth mark  

I have carried these weight 
For so long 

Like the badges worn by 
The army officer 

And on this day 
They just came off , dead skin 

Like the day of retirement  
For the General  

Hanging his uniform 
And weighted badges for good 

To do away with
The burden of  yesterday 

Popo, Kpoti, Bobby on the beat

What do I think of the Popo, Bobby on the beat 
Officially still at work, what can he do  Kpoti 

Officially someone is taking the piss koti 
Being driven around as a third wheel hangin, Kpoti 

Officially being driven around Bobby duty bound 
Osu Oxford Street on the night rounds, "Kpoti yes sir"     

As demanded, supposedly as an escort to the honourable 
One Mr Important's, not so Important son, Kpoti 

I could not but see a satirical joke, koti  
In the scene that witnessed my presence 

So to the point of the car parking, Kpoti 
Some SUV of a kind new on the plate, Kpoti 

But looking unwanted with opulence 
What can I say, I observe I write , Kpoti 

All four doors open like sesame, Kpoti 
Then out comes Young Mr not so important 

And his entourage, following dog tale 
Of cause Kpoti gets out as well 

Officially still on duty with piss take, Kpoti 
Officially being driven around double piss take 

For someone's pleasure 
But wait Kpoti, koti gets left out 

Standing next to the locked up car 
To stand and wait, for hours long, Kpoti 

For Young Mr not so important 
And his entourage to go have fun, Kpoti 

On a friday night, he is on the beat, Kpoti 
What more would Popo, Bobby want on the beat

Officially still on duty, piss take on Kpoti 
Officially koti has been assigned 

The generous tax payer, to foot the bill 
Why not, monkey dey work ...Kpoti 

For piss take and the rest, Baboon dey chop
Poor old Popo, Kpoti, Bobby on the beat 

Youth like an hourglass

Youth is like the hourglass 
So full to the brim so time goes slow 

Not much it gives to the bottom of the glass 
Defined by a sense of invisibility bottom-up 

Had you all of  the strength and time 
A few yet more than enough to spend 

Of funds to blow and plunder and render 
Why would you act any different on cue 

Do not fool yourself  with pretence 
Your thoughts speaks so loud I can hear you thinker 

Why not for memories to be made of  time wasted 
Gallivanting and masquerading with bravado 

Action heroes are made of youth 
Capoeira and free running on walls to match 

Such joy of life, if youth was forever 
And death was never known to man 

But you can not be too wise with sage  
And save a penny a penny too many 

Testosterones and jumping hormones 
Running wild like a spirit  possessed 

Wait my good friend, don't be a kill joy 
Spoiling the sports with so much wisdom 

Half way down the hourglass full 
The sand starts rushing off fast with speed 

Time my friend, at this point 
Waits for no man, quick quick now 

The hourglass in a rush 
Minutes gone in seconds now ticking 

Oh time they say, waits for no man I hear 
Rushing off, like it is being chased after 

Youth like an hourglass 
Have fun my friend your time would come 

When the hourglass sand just runs and runs 
With a whirlpool fast on your time 

A sword fight in camp

Why would you force me into a sword fight  
To pick a sword and fight and fight 

After a long day on the battle ground 
At the camp where I come to rest my muscle  

Have you not had much to do today 
Bored to the bone and needing a fix 

So on my rest you decide to show up 
And play playful dog fight, yet wanting to bite 

I beg of you, I plead with thee, to leave me in peace 
The battle ground was unforgiven today 

I lost a limb and had to hop and limp 
Back to camp, bleeding from my cuts  

The surgeon was also busy when I got back 
No pain relieving medicine to numb my wounds 

I beg of you, I plead with thee, to leave me in peace 
Why would you force me into a sword fight 

After I have taken off my armoury for the day 
It takes so long to dress up for battle grounds 

Come back tomorrow, if you would please 
At the front line of battle grounds right and ready 

There I would be primed, set and waiting 
With full armoury for a sword fight 

Banksy's Christmas Postcard

Jesus wept 
And Jesus protested 

Jesus would not reach bethlehem 
This year, for his ceremonial birth 

Marry and Joseph would have 
To make other plans for this year  

The promised landscape has changed 
Emotion has fed of hate, full to the belly 

And peace is a foreign word 
Never heard of, in this land 

The bible is back on the editors desk 
Typos to be edited, it was rushed to print 

A few incoherent stories 
And lines to be omitted 

Someone went back into time 
And built a wall to block pilgrim's path

The star is in the wrong directional location 
For Marry and Joseph can not reach 

The three wise men without GPS 
To navigate their way around the wall of jericho 

So the good bible will have to be edited 
For religion to make sense again 

All because someone decided to 
Build a wall and block pilgrim's path 

Jesus would not reach bethlehem 
This year for his ceremonial birth 

Marry and Joseph would have to
Make other plans for this year 

#Its the season to rejoice in 
#la la la la laaa la la la laaa 

The Sun the Moon in Court

When the Sun and the Moon 
Came to court, seeking redress 

The sun will not future the moon 
Something to do with a misunderstanding 

Of how many hours a day one works 
A' w' works more, w' works the most,  w' works best

Some would say the sun started this acrimony   
Calling the moon lazy and empty without life  

A scrounger, needing the sun 
To define its value, always in after favour  

The moon replied with anger, what! 
When all this started in the beginning of earth time 

It was a favour I did you Sun of man, 
And of the nine planets;

Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars and the rest 
Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune and Pluto 

Earthlings refer to you as a God Apollo 
Giver of life and light in the day 

What of me, what do I get 
An unsung hero

Who brings light to the night 
When you can not reach 

And allow lovers to court in romance 
Walking under the moon light hand in hand 

Yet even a kid as Cupid playing with arrows  
Gets the recognition, stolen from me 

I guide some religion, to fast with prayers 
On full moon, for yet another God to be worshiped 

I bring the high tide in, the fishes depend on me 
For the sea to rest its dance the night 

I give the wolves their voice  to howl 
To sing and hunt the night in joy 

Yet you will question my worth 
Because I am not a dummy god 

Don't you forget Sun of t' nine planets don't you forget 
I can eclipse you, when it comes to Earth 

Long enough for earthlings  
To question your status as god, long enough 

Mind you 
Long enough 

The puppet house

Knock knock  
Who lives in the puppet's house 

There are no institutions or organisations 
Be it religion or government 

Strong and powerful enough 
To fight or oppress us 

If we realise that, all there is 
Is greedy, corrupt and selfish individuals 

Working as one in human establishments 
Given resources, directly or indirectly financed by us 

And elaborate acronyms to match  
 (NSA, CIA, FBI, al-Qaeda, Boko haram) 

All engineered to scare the masses 
They are never more in numbers 

Than the oppressed majority 
Hiding from fear, of false assumptions  

Enlightenment is a realisation 
A realisation is an awakening 

An awakening is the revolution  
Are you still hiding from fear  

Knock knock 
Who lives in the puppet's house 

Who lives in the puppet's house 
Singing "kombaya my lord is coming" 

Mandela Madiba Nelson

Do we cry or do we smile 
Do we breathe a sigh of relief 

Or are we to be with sorrow 
For an old tree has fallen in the forest 

Do we cry with joy to celebrate his life
Or do we cry with sadness for what awaits 

The forest has been shrinking 
Lets all admit it, this old ground was once so green 

Fewer and fewer of the old trees stand 
Fewer would even claim their own roots 

Madiba was an old tree, a great one
A giant of a tree in this shrinking forest 

Unfortunately as we stand in agony it is the chainsaws 
That w'ld organize his funeral and be the chief mooners 

Shedding crocodile tears for his passing 
All in a rush to go plundering and looting  

No longer would the old mahogany tree 
Protect these seedlings so vulnerable  

The chainsaw can be heard roaring, hyenas laugh 
Ready to lay carnage on the land 

The grave robbers are no longer strangers, they are family
They have been camping for so long in wait 

But as tradition demands, last respect, last rites 
We will all close our eyes and shed tears 

I leave it to you if yours is of sadness 
Or that of joy, I leave it to you  

Madiba will have his last right 
But do not cry crocodile tears on his grave 

If all I can do is plead 
I plead with thee, do not coward his grave 

For Madiba shared 
Only but a genuine smile 

Clocks on the wall

Clocks on the wall, clocks on the wall;  
Our arrogance and ignorance are based on the fact that we get the air we breathe for free, I am seizing it; clocks on the wall, clocks on the wall, which one are you, breathe easy

Melt down, solid into liquid, with sweats, dripping of the forehead, did I say I would be gone this long, never mind the clocks on the wall, the clocks on the wall

They only tick tock to distract my concentration. I am versed, well versed in this chapter, call me a character I play my part, we have come this far, this long away, looking for the start line

There, here we stand still trying to make sense of this season, next season on the horizon, never mind the clocks, the clocks, they just tick tock to bore me

Calling out count down like a match to my death bed, never mind where you were left standing, I heard another one, lost his wings to the winds

And my love just buried my heart 6 feet under on doubt of my relevance but made men have to learn to climb out of graves, dirty hands as necessary

Like diamonds in the ground, pressure is requisite to change form, don't bother if it doesn't make sense to you, never mind, you are a lost sheep like the rest, clocks on the wall

The key is still enlightenment ask the rich to define his worth, we are the richest when we are at peace with ourselves, gold is just a metal, meddling; the priest is at a loss finding reasons

Needing others to acknowledge, what is ego to the blind man, blind to vanity, I am not impressed with name calling of the shallow waters, we dive deep

To find meaning of life, forget about the accolades some are addicted to the fame game, needing to be seen to feel alive

What is your excuse, your existence based on, were you not born alone, we all get our 15 minutes of fame on burial grounds then suddenly some would remember they once loved us, us

Yes you and find enough tears to wet the ground to quicken the grave dig, bury the bastard, what is next on the agenda. What is the worth of life, meaning

Last week I saw a professor being buried and the drunk was the only one who celebrated life at his funeral, everyone else was so self conscious..

Clocks on the wall and I am still with my writer's block....tick tock and the sound just haunts me tick tock, I don't need this bullshit tick tock, God! tick tock.. clocks on the wall

Keys to life

Planted seeds, on fruitful lands
The rain is a blessing

Time is a miracle of growth
A key to the door of age count

It is funny how adults look
The same in a frozen state, status 

Surrounded by worry, bills paying
That never stops coming

The young hold the keys to life 
Happy to see the sun, for joy  

Summer means less weight 
Of clothes worn to burden hold 

While we count our coins in piggy banks 
And recount again hoping for miracles 

Shrinking contacts with old friends 
Loosing the ability to connect with new 

Early sleep to wake early 
With worrying thoughts as alarm bells 

The young hold the keys to life 
I wonder where I dropped mine 

I swear I held it so close to my heart 
So tight with grip so not to fall 

Keys to life 
The young hold the keys to life 

The River Lady

A little distance as far and yet so near 
A little moment no sooner, yet long in waiting 

A little fruit that dangles on the tree 
Ripe and ready, but in paused state so not  yet falling  

The clouds as little though filling the sky grey  
The winds becoming cold in character 

Thunder lauds its voice in the heavens 
Day becoming night in an instant 

Filled with darkness, loosing its light  
Like an eclipse stealing the day  

The doors and windows all shut down  closed 
With extra nails running through to fasten hold

The trees going crazy,  acting all possessed  
Shaking their hair wild and out of control 

All the birds and the mammals in a rush 
Having to find a safe spot to hide 

Except for the one odd thing 
This old lady sat by the river 

This old lady sat by the river 
Would not flinch, blink, budge or scare 

This old lady, the river lady 
This old lady will not blink or be scared