Friday 10 August 2012

The Eagles Eye


I see placards everywhere, in the first week of the year
I see them on the street
Walking in the sun on bare feet.
I see them in the market place
Whispering to the neighbor selling lace.
I see them on their mama’s back
Strapped with a wrapper around her chest
I see them with tie on their necks
Rushing to sit on their busy desks
Trying to give it their best
Yet their mind is never at rest.
I see them in their place of worship
Making their Priest and Imam their Lordship
I see them profuse and confused
Their attention hijacked and diffused.
I see them peeping through their little windows
Women afraid another bomb blast can make them widows.
I see tears in their eyes, falling like rain drops from the sky
I see Babylonian in Zion, striking hot the cold iron
Tearing down flesh like a hungry lion
Actualizing their evil plans of eon
I see fear on people’s faces
Scared to go to rowdy places
I see them walk home in pace
Cus the authority has since abandoned their case.
As the evil try to open up can of worms
The government thinks it’s just a storm in a tea cup
But the people are terrified by war songs
Singing yet biting their sour tongues.

I see their leaders as the highest bidder.
The so called senators are nothing but a bunch of predators
I see them in the lower chamber
Throwing words at each other with hot temper
Assembled in the ad hoc house,
Just to taste the cheese like Mickey Mouse
They are making policies for us to see
But their minds are corrupt, waiting to launder money over seas
Not the EFCC or ICPC can stop them
Cus they are agencies too blind to see them.
We are being given concoction for abortion
Investigation is their language in ugly situations
What else could it be but corruption
They are all crooks; even the few with integrity are disappointing
Don’t ask how, just ask Farouk.

I heard him say he has no shoes.
Shoes are not working tools, so tell him we are no fools.
I wish to put it all in my gazette,
But he has since refused to declare his assets
Acting funny, showing off his flat and ugly biceps
Eating cassava bread with no license.
He shed crocodile tears when humans are sacrificed
I don’t know what to say, but his tears are insignificant
The last time I heard, two birds dropped from the sky
The first ran into a moving van leaving some dead in Ghana
The second fell in our neighborhood, her name was Dana
Leaving cloud of dust and thick smoke in the air
Dead bodies are found lying everywhere.
In the north, everyday homes are destroyed
To the grave, great destinies are deployed.
All this I see through the eye of an Eagle
We need to redeem the days cus it’s full of evil.
I see Babylonian in Zion,
Tearing down flesh like a hungry lion
I see hustling and bustling in fear
In see a government that doesn’t care
They are serving us concoction for abortion
Corruption has eaten deep into our dear Nation
Give us light, good roads and water,
The youths need jobs, tired of eating bread and butter.
We need security, let the killing stop
Tell it loud; tell it to the man on top.

Yommybishop………
©July 2012                                                                               

My Worst Blow Job




I didn’t mean to do it
Am shaking and my fist is clenching
I’m biting as my lips got swollen
My mind is racing and profusely I’m sweating
Excitement jerks inside as fear ejaculates outside
I didn’t mean to come this quick
But I kept hearing them calling
Making sure am not in any way stalling
I see the surprise in her eyes
Looking at me strangely as I pray to the sky
Stream of memories flows to mind
Memories of the world which I became blind.

I didn’t mean to drop it
Not this quick, especially when I wish I could stop it.
I remember coming in from behind
Moving in slowly like a gentle man’s kite
Not in a rush, trying to be kind
But my music reached crescendo just in time
Lunching myself into the crowd
The situation is about to climax
As my soul is already taking into cloud.
When it’s coming down my face wears a frown
But I was told at the end lies my winning crown.
When it’s ending my spirit keeps bending
Going back to how I began my lonely journey
But now I’m asked to end it, taking along with me so many
My duty is to do the job of who sent me
The sect that made and the belief that bend me.

I didn’t mean to do it.
But I was told it will be my gate pass to glory
And only this act can make me holy.
Fighting a battle for my creator
Turning me into a blood sucking predator
My conscience sold out, waiting for me to blow out
Strapped around me are cans of explosives
Meant to run into the camp of the offensives
Killing infidels is our major agenda
And those not following the Islamic calendar.

Before now, I drop polythene in rowdy junctions
But now I’m meant to ram myself into their holy functions
This will be my last and worst blow job
Cos after this you will hear of me no more
I’m just a victim, out of the main stream
A pawn piece in the hand of the devil
Tell this to her grief as I take my leave
I didn’t meant for her to be bereaved
This is my worst blow job
An evil act we need to stop.

Yommybishop………©August 2012.

(A peep into the mind of a Terrorist, an innocent Boko Haram).