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KABOJJA!

There is one thing in Kabojja
That sets my heart to rest,
Neither morning nor eventide
Accompanied by their armored cruelties
Crushes away the peace that harbors
In my heart as eye caches sight
Of my cherished friends

Sure, I long for the gates
Of my treacherous future to open
But surely enough; the day
Of my departure in kabojja
With sighs, heavy for mine
Heart clothed in despair
Will longingly yearn for dear souls

Whose sight quenches the love
Which surrounded me but leaveth
As I entered the gates of mighty
Kabojja! Moving towards them propelled
By carnal compulsion colours
Dulling our Rainbows
The petals soft like a mother’s touch

Without them, this place would but
A garrison it would be for me
For their presence invites me to
An azimuth of familiarity.

OF BLINGS AND DOG CHAINS!

Of blings and dog chains
They swoosh and swish
Their brilliance blinding
Its luster, deeming an allure of poverty
Braces of dignity gone awry
Truancy legalized in fashion of acceptance

Of blings and dog chains
Tying our sons in valleys of slavery
Slavery to a dysfunctional society
Swooshing with shinning madness
Weighing down our norms
Embracing chains decorated with American stones

Nonetheless our culture of modesty
Thrown to the dogs as we adorn
The blings and chains of our modern society
Contemporary they say, contemptuous to grannies eyes
Her wizened eyes blinded by our blings
Bringing sadness to her face.

Goodbye to modesty of our past
Solidarity in gross and cruel modernization
Slamming away family norms and adopting the new hybrid hitlerhood
Of technology and misconstrued liberalism
A ticket to annihilation and democratic narcissism,
is our new world order of brotherhood.
brotherhood of blings and dog chains

That chain us to civilization
To betrayal in the name of ambition
a pursuit of self-actualization
That dooms the essence of community
Man, beast and environment all
Casualty of our self-realization.
Loss of inner grace and beauty
as we adorn our blings of modernization.
Entry of cosmetic self-esteem.
Yes, bringing tears to sweet granny’s eyes.

canaan

I want to take a long journey
Its destination may not be Canaan
Though unlike Canaan;
It’s a land full of flowing peace and rest
No more overflowing honey and milk
Which of course of this world
Would involve a lot of beekeeping and livestock management
Nonetheless, a minor setback for the descendants of Abraham
For their millstone around their neck will turn a milestone
But for I, my foreign Canaan
Rest will be my stable food as sweet as honey
Day in, day out, till Judgement day
But so much unlike Jacob’s kids
Whereby a reduction of a mile chores to mere milli chore
Will result into an addition of milestone of rebellion
Yet far a long journey must come to an end
Whether expected or that comes as a surprise
All life’s weary journey comes to an ultimate end
Knowing this resigns us to rest already