Out Cry

Take down the wall | Make it up to me
Do not let your pride stand between what we have built
Do not shy away from confessing your shortcomings
It’s simple, when you are wrong issue an apology
We build not destroy the branches of our family tree

Why end a caterpillar’s life because you fear butterfly
To what crime does the innocent deserve to die
No more political foolery, Unravel the myth to be free
Make way for me but first, make it up to me
Humble yourself and take a knee, Colin Kaepernick

Sixty-Two years and counting but I have nothing to show for it
Aside from banditry being my most lucrative industry
Corruption being my consistent and badge of identity
Lawlessness even laissez faire seem strict to me
Just discipline yourself and make it up to me

I can still forgive your shortcomings
Life is a book and we are all verses to it’s poetry
Every pencil has an eraser if you are willing to look for it
With a simple amendment we can make his story history
Don’t put your pride in the way just make it up to me

I do not care about my blood nor sweat I just want to be free
I was born in this land, why does it give me misery?
To think you could do me no more injury
Are you telling me the Vampires have taken over this country?
What happened to your magic, just make it up to me

What is there to fear just make it up to me
You have my mind chained and you hold the leash
I watched them kidnap and kill my brothers and you forced me to sheeh!
I kept my mouth closed while you eat off the leaves from our family tree
All I ask is for you to make it up to me, Capeesh!

Take down the wall | Make it up to me
Do not let your pride stand between national peace
Do not shy away from confessing your shortcomings
It’s simple, when you are wrong issue an apology
We build not destroy the branches of our family tree

COPYRIGHT © A-One Poetry, 2023.

Reprimanded Politics

Reprimanded law
Inevitable death by the chain saw
Detriment of Politics that we all saw

The race of the elites
Spoils of war is the youths
Voters mishaps that led to twenty three

We remain appreciative of the good
The journey of destiny however remains on your feet
Crys of the crying in search for whom to lead

Nigeria the home of the poorest and World class elite
The most illiterate and holder of the world highest IQ
The dump yard of disease and best doctors to ever exist.

A paper on its own cannot form a book
Collectively in unity can we only achieve
The goal has shifted from becoming rich to having the simple freedom to just exist

Dehumanised humanity for the living
Slimmer than a niddle is our chances
Yet we war to put food on our slave masters dinning

The race for throne is creeping closely
Yet we remain obtuse to the fact of reality
Older they get with the same voice of familiarity

Reprimanded law of Politics
Inevitable death by the result we sought
Determinants of our politics should not be in blood

COPYRIGHT © A-One Poetry, 2022.

Heroes Of Shimfida

I am not dead but I was sentenced to death

Nothing criminal my offences were taking care of threats 

I swore to protect until my last breath

Only to be killed in the jungle and you don’t even care 

 

I went through the same life troubles as you 

I have a family and children I send to school

Being in the army does not mean I am slaving for you

It is the love for my country that led me to put on the boot

 

I left my family in the name of my nation

They cried in tears as I was sent off to a distant destination

It might seem to you I don’t cry because I was trained to control my emotions

This is only because I have to be strong for you to enjoy your freedom

 

It might not seem much to you that I do

All the sacrifices you think is not true 

My colleagues that gave their lives in service for you

Oh! I understand, It is the money that only concerns you

 

Your allegations of military corruption is beyond my say

As a soldier, I am disciplined to remain at bay 

Respect is key, as such my superiors I listen and obey 

I am not saying I am a slave but I trust in what they say

 

When I fall in battle, they mourn me 

It pains me to hear you don’t even have me in your memory

What do you think was my last thought as the bullet penetrates me 

I might not be your family, but the uniform deserves you to celebrate me

 

Eighteen good soldiers 

We ate together, trained together, and bleed together 

We might have fallen in this battle but never shall we lose the war

We are soldier, dead or alive we fight for the freedom of all

 

We fight with our fallen comrades at heart

We shoulder you on our backs 

And protect you from those trying to stab you in the back 

That is no reason for you to turn your backs on us 

 

This is no cry seeking for sympathy 

As a fellow citizen I deserve your empathy

Only together shall we unit in restoring our dignity

In the names of the Heroes of Shimfida, we will achieve our victory

 

COPYRIGHT © AHMAD ABDUL-ONE, 2020.

The Beast

We had high hopes for rainy days 

2020 the year of making many hays

Success stories for better days 

It was time to put in the work with no delays 

 

That vision came short of a memory lane

No external precautions, it was the year of no blame

We were ready for the fire, in fact we came with our own flame

It was no pain no gain, Thus we could do it all over again

 

We were short handed by our blind sight

Ignorant to nature of the wind like a flying kite

We decided to be arrogant and the world took the bite 

Now that vision is burning like a candle light 

 

It is not yet dark to say the least

They feed our fears to calm the beast

They’re taking us back to account for our sins 

It is 2020 but it’s C-19

 

Unity always has a charm for peace

We Unite in quarantine to kill the beast

Like the animals we caged, karma is making us pay

How ironic that isolated unity with family is the key 

 

Why pass such opportunity that is the means to live

In respect to others that want to survive 

A 14 day luck down with loved ones is not hard a gift to give

As we all speak the same language –The coronaVirus

 

COPYRIGHT © AHMAD ABDUL-ONE, 2020.

Poeticverse

There is always an irony to life 

The caterpillar needs to die to become a butterfly

It transforms from a snailly form of eww!

To a wingy form of Awww!

 

The Irony that remains 

Is for the soul that never changed 

For your limited life where do you stand ?

Karma has an irony that visits when you become sand 

 

Search for your metaphor in poetic justice

Like a game of dice, it comes like your chances of double six

A satire in every win

Emotions but memory contains the heavy deeds

 

In this universe 

Poetry I see in every little thought

One come and go but life never stops

Karma is a bitch and it’s never her fault

 

Today patience lacks attitude

Mockery has become a self fulfilling fortitude 

An irony in every longitude and latitude 

Am I running from every long attitude that outlast my attitude ?

 

Karma does not allow one to cheat life

Such an irony even death cannot cheat life 

A short parody of life can be rolled in one dice

Unlike life, like the dice chances might come twice

 

I seek the poetry in this universe 

I see the Irony that is this universe 

Karma remains a bitch in every poetic parody

Thus, for the paradise in life, I claim my universe ‘The Poeticverse’

 

COPYRIGHT © AHMAD ABDUL-ONE, 2019.

 

The golden Charmer

Knighted child in golden armor

Mattered not should ye be son to a farmer

A lawyer, doctor or even a Governor

The circle of life never existed in only one harbour

Yet this reality can be manipulated by a charmer

 

Knighted child in golden armor

Life seemed flexible from every angle in the mirror

Once away from the shadows of leisure

One would find the storm had never been heavier

Ye had only been sheltered under the family umbrella

 

A tradition of cosset

Shielded from all obstacles from birth

Ye’s Kindred meant no harm but good

Little did they forget the jungle is made of different woods

Some might be hard, and some soft

Ones Texture dictates the rationale behind his growth

 

A tradition of cosset

A facade to the feeble minded

A misplacement of value

Such tender a generation where trust weighs more than truth

A rooted foundation that warps our youth

 

Stories are told

Yet the truth remains to unfold

If the ultimate power is control

Then, a knighted child was only a means to a certain goal

How destructive a force yet attractive like gold

 

A knighted child in golden armor

Fell victim to the tradition of cosset

In plain sight is the absence of physical harm

While being ignorant to the notion of mental and emotional wants

To survive, the golden child needs to develop his personal charm

 

COPYRIGHT © AHMAD ABDUL-ONE, 2019.

One More Miles

When the road seems dark

and the storm begins to hound at you

thunder after thunder that forced your eyes to rain a drop or two

when all hope is by the edge 

the least of your pain is your head

when your life seems pointless 

it becomes very easy for you to lose your focus

 

Everything becomes personal

A little banter and you feel insulted 

the available ears doesn’t seem to listen 

so you become reckless and your attitude careless

You ponder about death but it is not an option

 

You start to think to yourself why life isn’t fair 

you somehow have the strength but the energy has disappeared 

the storm gets heavier and no one seems to care

you start to hope for light from any angle 

“You will get a different mind frame when you have been through the jungle”

 

Your stress turns into depression

A little misunderstanding turns into aggression 

you begin to lose all hopes on salvation

now your daily routine is just going through the motion

where every second of the day you are in your emotions

 

You should not count what you have lost

For counting will not alter your past

The future is unknown 

A reality that awaits to be foretold

Shall Ye keep Ye head high, Ye has one more mile to go

 

With patience comes perseverance 

but to begin with, your situation needs your wholehearted acceptance 

if whatever pain is temporary 

it is only right you strive relentless for your happiness

because this is your journey, and you have one more mile to go

 

COPYRIGHT © AHMAD ABDUL-ONE, 2019.

20 Questions (it’s Never too late)

What happened to the Human Sanity

How would things change in my community

Why do we have to suffer from our FAMILY TREE

Where could we find ourselves peace

When can we put ourselves on the right side of history

What happened to our Human Will

How did we allow them dwindle our humanity

Why do we have to suffer from our FAMILY TREE

Where can we go in search of harmony

When do we gear up to revamp our society

What happened to Human Love

How difficult is it to find joy

Why do you use your pain as a reason to destroy

Where in your journey did you lose hope

When will you be ready to embrace your people not just the ones at home

What happened to your Human Rights

How did you let it fly off like a kite

Why are you always waiting for someone to take control of your life

Where inside you can you awaken the fight

When will you be ready to experience Life!

Reverie

I came alive at a dinner table

I had Food for Thought

I was feed till my brain coughed

Intellects to my right and left

Heaven on earth knowledge at spread

A buzz session that buzzed my mind

I found my brain in a virtual gym

Shedding off ignorant muscles

And replacing them with a patriotic hope

In a jungle filled with predators

And aliens that try to exploit us

A round table was enough

Enough to rid our minds of arrogance

Enough to facilitate our road map

Enough to spark a revolution for a lifetime

We might find ourselves at odds ideologically

However, it is said “he that knows, is he who knows he doesn’t know”

If he knows not, why keep knowing ?

We might find ourselves at odds physically

However, it is said “I can, I will”

If you can, why only stop at willing ?

A Force

I am a force that comes with force,
that is sent by A Force
I am a force, so do not force me

You do not know me but you feel me  
You do not always want me but you need me 
You might hate yet you might like me 
   
How I come about remains a mystery   
Those you claim to be smart, says false about me
You give me names yet no one asked me of mine 
   
I am always around but no one asks about me  
I am sometimes gentle and calm
my presence provides you with peace of mind
    
I can be a hurricane 
I can come as a tornado   
Yet, you need me to spark a romantic night
   
I am peaceful until you harm me  
You cannot deny the Climate Change
However ignorant you remain, I shall always remind you
   
You need me to survive  
Yet you destroy my means to survive   
“For every action there is an opposite and equal reaction”
    
I see you ridicule those fighting for me 
Yes, I am strong and mighty
but between us, only you could die
    
I can protect myself  
I could kill every living thing in a blink of an eye
but then, You need to be alive to learn your lessons
   
I am a force that comes with force
That is sent by A Force  
I am a force so do not force me
  
 
COPYRIGHT © AHMAD ABDUL-ONE, 2019.