The future looks bleak
As the present continues to crumble
Under the remains the of the past.
The truth is harder to research
When celebrities become educators,
Utilizing media as their textbooks.
Teaching us to be open-minded,
To think freely
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In twilight’s fading glow, a voice stirs unseen,
It is the song of those from shadows gleaned.
They Walk with broken backs, hands worn and bruised,
Society’s edges, abandoned and used.
Is justice but a whispered prayer in the dark?
Or does it stand, a flame, a fierce spark?
To the powers that sleep in golden halls,
Hear now the cry from those who crawl.
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I know a funeral when I walk into one
I can tell between a funeral and a burial
They are two entirely different artworks
One is done on grand canvas, with drunken strokes
Of sashaying brush and bleeding paints;
The other is done on mere sand, with foot and hand,
Forming sandcastles built by toddlers.
I know too well because I have my senses
Intact after the last funeral I attended on a gambolling coast.
I should know because I participated in the burial of a
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The giant of Africa
The almighty Nigeria,
I salute you, my country
For indeed you are a giant.
Your people are weeping,
Praying that Nigeria
Be better one day-
Fifty years after independence
The citizens are still living in paucity,
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Meaning to build a castle,
the one where no one interrupts.
Trying to protect a secret in the walls,
a bailey where her life sums up.
Tired of running around like being chased,
feels a desire to have her kingdom and reign.
Craving for only a place to be herself
to have the cunning eyes off her head,
but the fantasy was ruined
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How are you then?
"Oh yes I'm fine,
The rain it came round just in time!
My flowers they sure need a drink.
We needed this though, don't you think?
Sure hope the sun comes out again
I bought a new dress, right on trend
Anyway I've got to go!
Let's just hope it doesn't snow!"
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Could you ever see a world full of truth
Could you ever see a heart beating without rules
The man standing in the dark in the hidden world
No one believes what is playing in the arms of cold
He hasn't turned back hasn't heard that
All the people calling him you the shit falling out
He wasn't nerd wasn't fool but nobody saw
He disappeared from the mind of the people who were little raw
But what has been just for all in a second end
The man was seen in the sky with the opened wings
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The entire world is in our back pockets.
Our perceived worth is in the other.
Condensed into a hand-size machine, everything humanity has ever seen. My head aches as technology abuses my brain chemistry.
My eyes burn from blue light, consumed by the escape. Interesting how our race is so distant, yet all in the same place.
This is not self-harm, but we are harming ourselves.
Our friends, foes, futures, and forsaken mental health.
In the other pocket, a piece of metal framed in colored plastic. With or without it, might determine our health and lavish.
A medium between what we have and what we owe. A representation of our will in the form of an 8 to 12 digit code.
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Burn your degrees and certifications.
Disregard human innovation.
Let the philosophers be burned with their works.
Schools to be demolished and learning forbidden.
For these constructs hold no purpose now,
With intellectuals imprisoned by the Court of Public Opinion.
To say Cannabis Sativa is destroying generations,
To ignore the science and call it “contraband”,
While huffing your artificial cherry-flavored exhaust.
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