When billionaires are made

When billionaires are made
Government erased the traces of their dealings
Those who become are kept into the bunker
And the white papers of their dealings
Is embalmed and erased by the glut of ashes
Those afar will start shouting fire, fire, fire
The billionaire rides in his tainted Benz smiling
Puffing cigatta just like the Colombian
When billionaires are made
The building holding the office’s paid the price
Watch a low-key billionaire will soon donate
In anonymous name to hide the carcass
For its repair, an enchanting clap from the power
That be… Watch don’t say I told you but I told you
I use to be a billionaire it is my confession
When the billionaire drives in with a smile
Their is a cockroaches bland with broken legs
He is looking for shenanigans to mend his legs
A lobbyist that earns his nuts professionally
They’re among us holding the algorithm of sanitizer
Low profiling themselves, and bribing through probe panel
Committee these men will find nothing as their findings
but these findings will sleep in the cupboard
The making of the billionaire is poised
By threat, respect and shameless favour
When billionaires are made
Government erased the traces of their dealings
(c) Martin Ijir 2020

Gimmick deceptions

Some few men sailed with Columbus nosetruth, pandemic, deception, enough is enough
This time an American covert dealings 
aimed to discover coronary that will make 
Their gourds to filled with euros, yens & mighty dollars
The pounds of the flesh used in the Wuhan laboratory 
Is raw with climate change temperature, aiming to wipe 
humanity’s love, peace and sorrow 
a new genome that will wipe out Africa & third world countries 
Mistakenly they forgot that tropics boils the sun 
Our ebony skin is full of softies so is the softies of our ebony blood 
Some few men sailed across the Wuhan wall 
In icing igloo faced hoodwinked covid 19 was created 
These same men possessed the cure 
When their safe is filled up, cure will come 
They hinder social life and shutdown economies 
These few men have a bunker of raw stash, living in isolation 
Giving termites their loaf of share, and human loaves of covid 19 
They provide humanitarian service as charity 
How could charity works when there is no pandemic? 
How will donor give willingly when the have-nots are not in IDP’s camp?
Luckily enough, covid 19 is meant for the rich 
Soon a cure will come, million of dollars already spreads 
These same men will donate their resources in gimmick deception 
To lure many into their eeries of silence 
I am hiding in my room afraid to be victimized
Though weeping knocks at night, joy opens the door at day
When you see these men mauled them with fangs of laughter
(c) 2020 Martin Ijir

Fifty nine inches grave

Fifty nine years of baking a bread
fifty nine years of searching for bed
linking roof, sheathed with naked fire.

Poverty, banditry and corruption’s clip
fifty nine inches grave of bad leadership
and blind misaligned themselves as followership.

Yesterday, i was chased by ghost of feudalist
foolishly, i ran inebriatably to the door of an animalist
he drown me with axe onto the grave of fifty nine inches.

Life is hardwired by spokes of division
cursing plague of wild and mild depression
yeast of suffering in joy intoxicates than kunu zaki.

I wonder when fifty nine tides of flimsy lies
will be sieved, calmed and distilled into truthful progress
while pragmatic, social materials solidifies all to smiles.
(c) Martin Ijir 2019

Kaftan and Deltan Clothing

This tattered leaves shrink as it grows
with lulling children and sullen faced adults.
Who curse you O beloved country? Many
impersonates truth but clone with linings of fraud
incorporated with deceit and corruption perfumes.
How come your masses worn silence garments?
Can’t you see them holding ethnic drums and songs?
Parading the potholes of poverty on unoccupied street.
How come many can’t conceived the bluff of gold and grains of nature?
Instead blood flows the land like honey squash with grapes
faces buttered like a seasoning river, bandits and cultist marauds the street with flute to lull many to timely rest.
Your son’s rebels for self-aggrandizement
hearts are indoctrinated by religion and money rituals
Who have stripe your cloak of peace and progress?
O a new heritage plausible in kaftan and deltan clothing
Copyright 2019 by 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

Meal of Honesty

I have earn to self a meal of honesty
Even though life drumsound ensnared
A scene of illegal misery tears my mood
As I perish in the clime of mortals’ slavery
Silvery lining trimmed its blueness colours

A rampant agony of lost friends and lost love
Love can never be lost it defines my prescience
Existence, a dark world of self presecution
A bitter world of ingenuity with scornful face
The silent spirit in noisy environment of men

Knocking the blocked cave of injustices
Wailing for cold blood of unwelcomed charity
It is clash of love that flames peace territories
It is the roadmap of unity that knocks in deafening echoes
It is me and you a honest being that wields mortality
(c) Martin Ijir 2018

Tyrants

When tyrants cursed the power grant
Bloodhound is forced to feed on their children’s heart
Sorrow stings as a keenest songs
Ideas become senseless as a drought
The remnant living are housed in unspeakable incacerations
(c) Martin Ijir 2018

Meat

Tough meat fills the tissue of weary men
As strong liquor increases the thoughts of one soul
Give a child tough meat in other to see the world
Beyond and above three dimensions of thoughts
A lazy child is fedup in the exercise for his soul
and swallow the meat without tearing it into pieces
Making his approach to life so timid of spheres
The world teach words of mystic mystery words
Only an enlighten soul understands the meaning of existence
everything is constant as the glows and shines
soft meat sweetened and possess no tastes
So my muse is fill led with heavenly and earthly meanings
Only time will tell as the stand all tides that will blow and flow
For they’re meat that fills one soul as a truth seeker finds
(c) Martin Ijir 2018

Gather the cloud

Gather the clouds of night
O beloved men lovers of truth
For the wind had swept the atmosphere
And the vapour of the sun has set
Beaming our hair as pallid evening shines
The dusty braids languish upon our eyes
And the silence star twilight in rebellious joy
The sound of emotion bray our faces
As we clung to each other as the moon
Gather the clouds of the night
O lover of truth it is time to betrothed a wife
Creep in hand as hand creeps in body
Earth, air, water and fire wields as one
The aerial pinnacle of love and peace has come
(c) Martin Ijir 2018

Succès d’es·time

Succès d’es·time

You treated me wrongly
Molesting mine dignity
As human you enslaved
Me with your siccing rules

And make me to work
Under harsh condition
And pay minimal wage
As mine sweat succès d’es·time

Will I ever forget
Your ill treatment
Those moment of joy fragment
Gone because am machine

And beast of laden
To your succinct profit
Making economies of scale
To fight me as cost

Of my handiwork commodity increase
but my purchasing strength decrease
Wages you pay is a peanut grease
And lion you sat upon the lease

Fed up of your system
So revolt I
Institution you control
Make everything worsen

Recall I not for long
Threescore feed at home
And find it difficult to come
And bear mine kind

For tuition fee
My clothes and shelter
Were burnt down
Due to your selfish system and desire

Whilst you want my present stance
Not to move above the ladder
Instead you require my name
To use me as a scapegoat

For others to be scared
Instead I prepared
Them to attain a point of repaired
To rise in heyday

©® Martin Ijir 2018