THE RIPPER

by

THE RIPPER

 

I had a dream,

dream wished to be fulfilled.

 

A vision is here,

such as to make manifest.

 

I made a call of change,

people united to this struggle.

 

Better economy,

struggle for a saner country.

 

Dunghill of atrocities,

at our helms of affairs.

 

Revolutionary cleaning began,

tidying up corrupt leaders here and there.

 

Now, set, 2015,

to begin to enjoy our little sanitation.

 

Unknown, I had employed the service of a ripper,

who secretly brought corruption, and polluted us.

 

Ushering disunity and hatred,

the struggle for no-one but everyone is halted.

 

Now I must trek alone to 2019's polling boot,

who do I vote for, who will save Nigeria?

BEAUTIFUL AFRICA

by

BEAUTIFUL AFRICA

 

Africa is a beautiful land with beautiful scenery,

your territories are filled with riches,

you are the source of us all, Africa.

 

Black is beautiful,

It is natural and filled with riches.

Africa is home to nature.

 

Oh Africa, you are endowed with good soil,

your land brings comfort,

you cannot be condemned by those stealing from you.

 

They sold us mirrors and guns,

with deceit, they stole our lands and killed our heroes,

they gave us burdens instead of their empty promises.

 

After years of scrambling and partitioning,

here  we are, putting it back in bits,

but alas! Our victory is here Africa.

 

WRITTEN BY: LADY ANNE

EDITED BY: ENOCH OJOTISA

subscribe to our Poems newsletter