We are coming for you!

Like driving rain in cold winter

Like swarms of a vengeful plague

Like a prey hunting its hunter

Like hordes of a spiteful rogue

We are coming for you!

We the “fortunate” victims of your existence

The vicious prey of your presence

We the lambs of gods; your licence

To impunity cum innocence

We are coming for you!

We! Whom you yoked with vile “gifts”

In your holy tussle for power and success

Long enough have we bare your heinous burden

Your “gift” we come to return

We are coming for you!

We come; Aye we come to say NO!

To lords that ride on our spine

Taskmasters that work us to bone

And gods that take our blood for wine

We are coming for you!

We come, Aye! We come in heaps

Many as sands beneath great oceans

Not with cutlasses, guns or missiles

But wild eyes and empty bellies

We are coming for you!

Upon you and yours we come

Like furious invasion of famished locusts

Let those that seek justice return home

For our day of retribution awaits

I have come to see the king

As dawn of yuletide, begin

And merry bells continues to ring

Arcane bliss shall be my beacon

To thee alone gracious king

From the depth of my dell within

Through my hollow aperture that sings

With wraiths of joy glowing again

To thee I come; king among kings

As I stray into your hallowed casern

Nothing save reverence I bring

To him that was for me born

To die and pardoned my wrong

I have come to see the king

Whose parturition forever ‘ting-a-ling’

Merry Christmas!

Angels of tomorrow… the masses’ hope

We the hope of the masses…

Roaming your street daily,

With manuscripts of scholastic feats

We the people’s saviour

That below bridges abode, making do

With what the street provides

We that in hunger dine and savour the aroma of dearth

We the light of this gloomy land…

…the physicians of future maladies

Ravaged by societal ailments

…the brains of future technologies

Engulfed in cyber crimes

…the attorney of tomorrow’s laws

Beguiled into felony

We the hope of the masses…! Perishing

In the bliss of communal darkness

Weapons of victory; the ransom for

Retaining the unending reign of Caesar

We the lamb of god(s)

Bartering our innocence

All for their guilt

We the omen of a better tomorrow…

The supposed leaders of the future

In constant struggle with today

The battle to survive; to survive and to live

We that bare the torch skyward

With hands weary of evil

And bones nourished with societal vice

We the mist loaded in the sky

To quench the lands dearth

And succour its famine

We the vibrant torch of hope

The beckoning light; gleaming at the edge

Of this great tunnel of despair

Glowing dim and dim and dimmer

I saw you in my dreams...

I saw you in my dreams

Digging graves of forlorn tales

Hunting bygone shadows

Of long forgotten fables

Aye! ‘Twas you I saw; when

Dead to the world and-

Darkness besieged the land

To shade ancient past; long lorn

I saw you in my dreams

Clad in raiment of gloom

Shovels, picks, mattocks

All harmed beneath your hands

All that were enclosed and buried

In tomb of time and season

I saw you digging and digging

Unmasking ancient past; long lorn

I saw her pleading for justice

That damsel raped unto disgrace

Could hear him; heard his voice

That man robbed and stabbed in owns face

My deceit, falsehood and iniquities I saw

All armed with weapons of war

Drawing nigh; accosting my door

Alas! These I cannot savour

I saw you in my dreams

Resurrecting dead forgotten scenes

In tomb of time and season

Disturbing ancient past long lorn

Forgive! Alas, forgive my wicked past

That I might in peace rest!

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These days for instance,
Time seems to be the slowest on earth’s surface
Running in slow unimaginable pace
It crawls away; taking yesterday’s place

The sun rises each day, upon this grotesque land
And then they all desert the yard
Men, women, young and old
In solitude, left alone to wander the hood

Afore my modest wristwatch, I sat
Like a frustrated merchant in Aduke market
Guarding time as it sneaks away bit by bit
Into oblivion; into the dark – the dark night

Then they returned like soldiers from war
Weary as if their day was marred by enfeebling tour
Each strayed to bed, again in solitude laid behind the door
Guarding time till slumber began to pour

Morrow will rise the sun
And then the ballad will begin
Again! And again and again and again
Till this respite be gone

(feel free to title this poem with whatsoever name you think it deserves)

Poem by: OLA OGUN

I’m me!

I was –

In past hollow, void of self – of poise trailing the grubby path of others; strived –

Fiercely striving to dance the chant of opaque tune

Discordant Harmony not for me but them

Whose chant it was; and always be – still I bent

Inclined to cacophonic melody of them; not mine

In days of yore – a ghost, many not see yet know exist

Not seen – not known by many; but in tales of woes and

Those of whimsical laurels – delusive success doable but

In fairyland – I was; aye I was!

In belated days – was amidst the herd in adulation of

Shepherds; shadowing paths they strolled

Gone soon! Days I wore pretence in charade of them – those

Ostensive patrician seeming to be

Once clad myriad characters like a thespian

Without an act, acting the lines of them – others!

Was that carnivorous lamb dwelling the abode of lions

Grappling with self, with nature – grappling to be

To sprout hefty size, abyssal voice, to be – come

But nay never could be

Afore gods – our gods; did made gravely orisons

Cravings untold that in cave beneath

Sink my craven, the same that precluded from

Befitting natural self: I was – sought to be – them

Was once a simile; in fierce battle to be

Be – come metaphor, to correct nature

The gaffe it did made – but nay nature made no error

‘Twas I the error that failed to realize whom I’m

Was once a masquerade, existing the existence of others

But now I am –  I’m me!

Poem by: OLA OGUN

Paramour...!

Aye! Cascade of transient bliss

Ephemeral jewel; same you treasure

Ointment of solace – succour your fracture

Love cum hatred my nature

The alluring rose; your hibiscus

Haven I am – antidote I your stress

The covert spring you unearthed I am

When for pleasure thirst – you strayed

With all nature did bestowed

Regale I your soul

Tart – calls me

The hag you roof beneath – your connubial hag

My presence; my prestige

Misery aye her nightmare

Her nuptial dreams; bargained away

Aye she’ll never pardon – I need not

Dwindling beauty, faded pride; did paved

Fervidly paved me in – to her hollow

To defile – to gorge her nuptial abode

Aye I need no pardon; she’ll not – never!

Beauty, no! Not seduction

Fetched you me – your cloying vows; my nature

Opened my legs; the moon forget not

Stars bear my witness when to you I gave… from me,

Took what she divest you

When hungered; your repast I was; drank–

My spring quenched your thirst – my lothario

You became; did you not say I’m better?

Heavens be thanked, now

Your likeness I host

She’ll never pardon – I need not

I need no pardon; she’ll not – never!

Poem by: OLA OGUN

Vailiant but Craven within

Upon cold frigid weather when earth wore frozen crystal

Cardigan; and snows adorned trees – when

Life sought haven – warmth

When tree became desolate and sky knew no bird

When stars could not endure the frost of hostile sky; leaving behind

The moon to day the arctic night

In dumb and frozen darkness

I climbed mountains!

In hot torrid weather when earth wore boiling steam

Sudor; and trees gaze their baking leaves – when

Life sought haven – shade

When crops for thirst die and soil knew no weed

When sun emits burning rays from enraged sky; making oven

Atmosphere to roast the sizzling day

In silent and scorching sunlight

I roved desert!

Have wondered seas that beget oceans

The nibble of sharks taste better than whale

I survived both!

Have survived battles that defeated knights

Fought and conquered titans – the same

Gladiators that crushed formidable warriors

Have wrestled lions; their den

I pitched my tent!

Have soared beyond altitudes eagles fear to attain

I came across the fury of death

My strength dwindled not a little

Have fought my own freedom

I fought many; won all but one

The same many failed to win – the smallest of all

Between good and bad; the combat in all souls

That rekindles daily; beneath!

Poem by: OLA OGUN

I am

Am the strayed prince of an obscure king; the

Immortal descent of men trailing opposing pathways.

The pennant of self-potency – aptitude 

For triumph against all with none

Am the victim of atrocious appellation – 

The same you labelled all singing from disparate hymnbooks.

I am the fealty advocate of faith; audacity in forte that rest beneath.

Am the erudite oracle whose prophecy always in competition with dogma – tic doctrines, those of perdition and ecstasy.

I am of the few survivors of hallucinated mirages, 

Inflated illusions – scribbled on augmented delusive albums; 

Clouded by pious blasphemies.

Am the obstinate foe, the poor target of inductive darts;

Pierced to net credulous souls. I am the veracity hunter, 

Whose quest led to stray but not astray.

I am the draftsman, architecting his own karma; 

The artist sketching the lines of owns existence – 

Of history, present and future. 

I am..

the playwright – not alone the actor

the driver – not alone the passenger

the captain – not alone the crew

the designer – not alone the design; I am –

The mortician, 

Inventing the taste his grave would smear.

I am and always be 

Poem by: OLA OGUN

Born again

I

Living was in vain

Life not starved of pain

Lust that beacons bane

Hunted about; sought fain

Dolour marred with disdain

Dearth, horror, shambles of scorn

Outpouring like driving rain

Body, soul, spirit; all felt the chain

Curses caused the sprain?

No! Sin was the stain

Hardship the cane

And hades the gain

Behold! Inner-man rejected as Cain

Devil bragged, “Your soul soon be slain”

II

It was in month of May

Waited for him to slay

Fulfilling his boast of yesterday

Wondered if gone astray

Afore, laboured for crown

Slave to master; moved as pawn

Worshiped amidst the clan

All accolades gone down the drain

Finally, He came: loud as a jay

Silent as a long forgotten fay

Said in low-tuned gesture, “This way”

Alas! Death finally came today

Followed in tears; cried and cried till dawn

Death bragged, “Thou not cease to mourn”

III

Following, we journeyed to hades

Trailing a path congested of folks

Men, women, boys and girls

All going to be with Judas

As we moved with less rigour

A man arrayed in chivalrous armour

Spoke of an unknown saviour

‘He must be full of liquor’

His theory of redemption

Got not many attention

Focussed to our destination

None was prepared for that sceptical decision

Flooded by thoughts as much as the sea

Death again bragged, “You never see”

IV

Was still in that place

Where truth and untruth contest the race

Listened in confused pace

As both spoke with seducing face

‘Here you decide your fate’

Engraved on an ancient slate

Ahead stood a mysterious gate

Must now decide; it’s becoming late

Still in condition of indecision

Death spoke with much precaution

Persuading men to leave in detestation

That insignificant gate called salvation

Ignored salvation; headed towards destruction

Death again bragged “mission near completion”

V

Saw the heat, felt the flames

Heard myriad voices

Screeching like aggrieved parrots

Was more close to Hades

NO! Can’t enter that place

“But you have no choice

It’s late; forget another chance”

Death said in triumphant voice

‘Mercy! O Merciful saviour

Forgive thy servant’s wicked labour

Deliver from Hades and Death; I plea for favour

The price you paid let me savour’

He answered! Adorned as a king

I now brag “O Death, where is thy sting?”

Poem by: OLA OGUN