Justice For Ochanya

Please tell them a beast is loosed
its swinging door needs to be lock up
onto the footsteps of its devouring
tactics, its blood flows in their family,
Less they keep devouring others.
Justice for Ochanya is all I need
Let her rape soul gets ripe justice,
in a world where the cup of pains
torn our desire for evilness, Ochanya
needs this, as a deterrence to end
plight of girlhood, if justice isn’t granted
we’re also raped, we will barricade the system
of injustice till those beast are lockup also.
(c) 2018 Martin Ijir

Camouflage Leaders

Yesterday, souls where injured.
Many mute beings cried.
The injured ones where spit upon
Their bones where grind with boots.
How will democracy ever gets a feet?
Their body language is disgusting.
A mimicry of masses not to weep
Rather they preferred their tears withhold.
As powers collide on umbrella and fronds
My innocent eyes turn-off its chains
To decide where freedom and liberty lies.
How will democracy sailed on the earth?
When camouflaged leaders, maraudes our land.
A big fattened lamb cries for his shepherd
I am a lost thin lamb trying to survive
this bloody forest, where devourers feed
on the masses.
(c) Martin Ijir 2018

The last word

Before dead will call, let me apologized to you
For i want to open the timeline of death
I see it as a deserving journey to unite my soul
A sweet welcoming praises into a perfect realm
Consummating songs spell my heart as charm

Let today be the last day i paint your heart black
For i shall release a rainbow as sign of my love
To illuminate the fire that sleeps within your heart
A snowball wrapped on sheets of time as even pair
A pride of lust, a pride of life, a pride to embrace death

Glued in me as the star shows the way
Happy moments end as i am flowing away
Into the pipe of a hollow path weaning my soul
A connection to the seventh heaven accelerating my soul
My tongue rolls goodbye kiss for it’s the last word in time
(c) Amb Martin Ijir 2018