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

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

Anew Light

Let my heart count the stars above
As i flow in the motion of mantras abode
My flesh be torn as rags for purification sake
As I killed materialism to embrace my primal days
Let flames of fire refurbish me as sun rays

A moonlight glory condense in me as did rains
A meditation exercise as Christ’s passions
Torments me as a bride breaking her vows
Defiled my persona face with ugliness of creation words
As my muddy skin decay as dust to embrace its realities

Time closed. A closet of darkness entrap my body
As atoms of truth penetrate so deep with energy
A cry of superabundance emotions filled my spirit
As i climb the mantra’s staircase i feel heavenly
Rejected carved stones removed my stain spirit

A worthless course that still empty into the ocean
Finding the light that shines in the dungeon hole
A hope that glue mystery upon my soul reconnect
As marauding beast pay a prisoner’s visit
My dying soul encountered anew light
(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