Unrighteous Saints

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Thursday 10 November 2022

OWO MASSACRE

Sanguinary louts infiltrate our sanctuary

Upturn pulpit to haunting mortuary

Dislodge skulls with breech while severed fresh flesh roar

Blood and water congeal altars round

Angelic edifices sting with pain

From Owo and the globe all ring the bane

We are up a gum tree

We wail those souls whose sole grope that woes

That sigh shocking sight we couldn’t behold

Our brethren whose melodious fellowship sleep

In the forlorn abode of gory weed

We wail wearily the undertone travail

The unbidden night our companions trail

Nurse by cold-blooded view claques

Boohoo! Our worship ground is piled up with tears

Engorge more than brethren of faith can bear

Gunnery fills the temple of extreme religious stalwarts

Who take umbrage in sister’s bowels

Bedeck sophomores and blossoming lisson rest

In Faith War to dim one and foot other crest

Nurse by cold-blooded view claques

From the pulpit we shoulder sad biers

Sojourning cadavers of faithful peers

In the doldrums recounting brazening tales

That got collusioners burst into laughter of gale

Jolly claques alone over our multiple agonies

Barrack them to boo infidel colonies

We are up a gum tree.

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Goodnews Sunday

Tuesday 8 November 2022

Unrighteous Saints

The chattering class labelled ex-lords oppressors,

With glib sermons, they defamed those predecessors,

Using their flaw to chase them away,

Leaving untold, their good deeds till today,

For brotherhood; we sing their freedom hymn,

Amidst paroxysm of joy we’ll be redeemed,

Time proves them Unrighteous Saints.

Rome was never built in a day,

Ours will get better in few days,

Patience! Patience! They sing to our ears,

Deterioration is the output for years,

Our disasters, they claimed were inherit,

So time regimes needed to give it merit,

Time proves them Unrighteous Saints.

We are not Moses children on their journey,

Yet cannot keep mute taking bitter honey,

Ex-lords didn’t extinct our nature,

Time ought to have quelled economic torture,

With gnashing of teeth minimized,

If nature gifts are optimized

Time proves them Unrighteous Saints.

In Singapore, the light is bright,

In Nigeria, the train fares plight,

Both had ex-lords in their saddle,

One forward, the other backward with woes double,

First, gritted commodities to survive,

Second, still seek fortune after decades of five,

Time proves the latter Unrighteous Saints.

Happy and satisfactory in defeat,

Never qualms about the ills they depict,

We now get seats outside with eagle eyes,

As other race view us from dubious sight,

Glib preachers have vended our sanity,

A trait we may get hard in perpetuity,

Time regimes prove them all Unrighteous Saints.

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