O Sambisa

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Saturday 13 October 2018

Ours to Fare, not to Fear

Ours to feel the monstrous desire,
Framed on our frail hearts as we aspire
For whence, it flows we can tell not,
And through passages of our soul ,it makes hot.

Ours to tender, not to tamper
The vulnerable nous of feminism,
The hearts', her guardian
through the tempests of sea's.
And her eyes, a thrust in a virile spirit.

Ours to fare, not to drown
In that water of affections,
As we sail through storms of passion.

Ours to be an heartthrob, not a turbulence
Making the heart a zoar for soulmates,
Ours to love, not to hate,
Ours to fare well, not to strive.

© Victar Da'Poet ✒️

Victor Isaiah

Thursday 20 September 2018

Fun era (Funeral)

At morn, when moments
Of merry mourning comes
And light turns dark
When human celebrates moments
Of sad happiness,
Tis' indeed a fun era.

As the living turns dead
When once at times of fun
Jubilate, but death takes him
and now, a time of joyful moan
Occur as the body is been
Interred into the mother earth;
Here comes the funeral..

© Victar Da'Poet

Victor Isaiah

Thursday 20 September 2018

An hole for you

There is,
A certain space
Where rest and serene unheard of
resides...An hole for you
Up beneath; the living dead domain
On, in, and under the dark crust.

Once breathed last,
And spirit depart hence
And body awakes now in the
Rectangular depth.

Tis' six feet...no more, no less
Then you know, there is
A certain hole for you.

© Victar Da'Poet

Victor Isaiah

Tuesday 18 September 2018

O Sambisa

O godmother of bloodsheds
Thou harbour blood of the hunter and the prey,
As thy soil bringeth forth ready-made blood
Of seasons---peace and war times.

O Sambisa
Why did thou made thy soil
A palace of assailants?
Where Patriots and terrorists vanish
To the restive abode...the mother earth.

O Scary Land
Why did thou suffereth thy
green pasture...into a vicious hay
For herds of human?

Warlords and hordes
Ferociously strive now within a sovereign land
For thou hast driven tranquil
Into extinction.

Ceaseless fear befell border lands
Cause, thou avail not harmonious environs
Since the soil no longer bear
Victual bloods, it spill out and
Make thy land dreadful.

Abductors, the monarch of thy territory
Obliterates existing souls of thy
Fatherland
As they thole pitiable plights;
Some to early beds--- the grave,
While some to lifeless life
O Sambisa.

Thou appraises ammunitions of peace
which caused ruckus and brawl
Thy peaceful soil.
Will thou allow war
never to be heard of thee?

My pen bleeds and wails
All day as gloom betides thy soil,
As Fathered become fatherless,
even sucklings are lost in the forest home
Why Sambisa, why?

Thou allowed not stellar inventions
to thy soil but crooked feats
and cruel murder of thy inventors
As Karma exhilarates in the heightened rates of casualties.

If this soothes thee,
Let the gods subtly interpose
let not annihilation persists still
Let serene regal and peace regime thy land
As thy soil lies not in fordo,
O great Sambisa.

© Victar Da'Poet