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

She is your breathe

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

A trance

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

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

A perfect rest

If I can wash my-
self there is no need to take a
bathe for I am clean

if I will cloak my soul
there is no need to cloak my
body for I am not nude

being years I saw my
tears it drops when writing this
a happy moment

if I can count the
blood flowing inside me I
will stop it before

death do to live for-
ever as stars in the sky
weaving the still night

if I know today
i will breath my last breathe I
will dig my grave and

lie still in my coffin
as I close my eyes and
awaits an element

worthy of my interment
to set my soul free
from its prison yard

as I walk into
the serene courtyard of silence
as I rest on
(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

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

Nightingale sings no more

The harvested grains remain uneaten
Door opens and embrace all at the even
The mountaineers are trap as they ascend
Infamy tools shackled freedom as it descend
Flowers that blossom poison as marjoram
Morality cease flowing as dead river creates harm
The sky comes down and meets the trees
Melancholy songs of mourning Nightingale sings
Making their voice cease as blood flows
As the smoke covers their spacious souls
(c) Martin Ijir 2018