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
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
There’s someone that occupies your heart
Like the air in the sky she journey through you
She creates a new smile and erased your sorrows
Like ocean you heard her tides when she’s absent
There’s someone so special you feel her love
When the days became dark she brings a light
Like the moon she shines inside you in amorous posture
Like a pasture she feeds your troubling soul with love
She becomes like an oasis in your desert journey
She enchant your heart to call her name for she’s your breathe
(c) 2019 Martin Ijir
I thought I found love, I lost it,
I only found the beauty that love gives.
It blinds my soul and breaks my heart,
for all I do, it is your image I see.
How could this love link us as one!? An
insanity that makes my soul to be open:
a feeling that closed the lid of my mind.
It is yours, do whatever you feel with it?
But don’t trick me with your shard shadow;
for I found the lost love,in the love I thought was lost.
(c)2019 Martin Ijir
Under the tree where love visited us
And take us into the woods down to the forest
Where fears erased in our mind
As love leads the way.
I could remember when rain beats me
When I accompanied you home, how late it was
I don’t care, I enjoyed the logjam and wish it lasted
How love makes my body so dried
As I felt your presence, how you called me
To come online so we chat, and to know how safe I am
how you despise your boyfriends because you’ve discovered
The one whose soul is one with yours.
How proud I am to be by your side!
How jealous many felt when we walk together
Then the rumours of me having your carnal knowledge resonates into my ears,
I was happy because I am being talked about
How we discovered the hidden treasure on the tree
Where we sat and read the love in our soul
How your unmade hair, brings the glowing beauty in you
I was tempted to touched them and caress them with my hands
To feel the scents of the almonds you sprayed on them
I was tempted to kiss your glowing lips which invites me
As the rain falls, I heard the silent whisper of your soul
Where those raven pays us visit on that silent day
I know it was real love that burns inside us
This trance makes me believe we speak and understands
The language of the soul which is love, dear lover
(c) Martin Ijir 2018
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
Every opening bud of light
Every spire of springing grasses
Mixes with lovely birds songs
Making the vocal air happy on earth
With melodies of divine happiness
As delicate flowers tinted the air
With perfect perfume, the lofty trees
Of the forest waves their foliage as a stream
With evergreen leaves as they floss-
I come to you with empty hands
As i set my eyes upon your cross
I toil my soul upon thy path
Heal me with enough light
As i cling onto your cross
Remove this dark shadow
Award your infinite love on me
(c) Amb Martin Ijir 2018
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