...by Poetic Tee, "Here, take a sip"
"Story, story o!" often start their tellers
Ancient in origin, of heroes and villains
Juicy, tasty, delicious to a child hearing
The legendary tales of "Gizo da 'Ko'ki"*
"Story, story o!" often start their tellers
Ancient in origin, of heroes and villains
Juicy, tasty, delicious to a child hearing
The legendary tales of "Gizo da 'Ko'ki"*
Have you heard, read about a speech
That made a nation turn sober, reflect
Moving many citizens' hearts to tears
But not before first tumbling off edges?
Words of a man that crashes for real
The of old, now stable gold market and
Make cowries exchange a laughing stock
Among the gathered, casting choices?
One befitting millions, a moving speech
White, wise words that move mountains
Resurrecting cold, comatose conscience
Revamping dilute, watered-down courage.
Uttered, utterly, un-tainted rain, sweeping
Dirt, within, without, a mad muddled flood
Aforetime, witchdoctors did stop the storm
Chanting, dancing, calling on their ill gods.
Drums beaten, summoning all dark forces
Impressing upon us, spells borne by winds
Making artworks from blood, flesh splatters
Bones of innocents, blown up into minces.
Unabated, more fly home as the gory stories
A river of red begins to form, starting to flow
Many wonder if God is aware of painful cries
From deep inside the dungeons of emotions.
Someone asked "What can words do?"
Giggle not to sip that broth, but rather
Struggle to know ”What words can do"
And discover simple, but unique results.
Much more than the conscience that thinks it
What words start, a single powerful one can end
When the time fixed is come, the words will come
And when they do come, this story'll surely be overcome.
*Spider and Mantis, his wife (characters in Hausa folklore)
(c)2014 Tijjani M. M.
All Rights Reserved
That made a nation turn sober, reflect
Moving many citizens' hearts to tears
But not before first tumbling off edges?
Words of a man that crashes for real
The of old, now stable gold market and
Make cowries exchange a laughing stock
Among the gathered, casting choices?
One befitting millions, a moving speech
White, wise words that move mountains
Resurrecting cold, comatose conscience
Revamping dilute, watered-down courage.
Uttered, utterly, un-tainted rain, sweeping
Dirt, within, without, a mad muddled flood
Aforetime, witchdoctors did stop the storm
Chanting, dancing, calling on their ill gods.
Drums beaten, summoning all dark forces
Impressing upon us, spells borne by winds
Making artworks from blood, flesh splatters
Bones of innocents, blown up into minces.
Unabated, more fly home as the gory stories
A river of red begins to form, starting to flow
Many wonder if God is aware of painful cries
From deep inside the dungeons of emotions.
Someone asked "What can words do?"
Giggle not to sip that broth, but rather
Struggle to know ”What words can do"
And discover simple, but unique results.
Much more than the conscience that thinks it
What words start, a single powerful one can end
When the time fixed is come, the words will come
And when they do come, this story'll surely be overcome.
*Spider and Mantis, his wife (characters in Hausa folklore)
(c)2014 Tijjani M. M.
All Rights Reserved
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