Inspiration, Hope

WAKE UP AFRICA
(June, 2005.)
The ancestors are speaking;
Africa! Oh Africa!
A title to black blood,
The land of black heroes.
Africa! Oh Africa! Listen!
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Illiterates! Won’t you be wise?
An egg’s strength finishes
When chicks are hatched,
A baby’s cry stops
On receiving a sweet.
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Is Africa no more a man?
Be of strong bone,
Use white sticks no more.
You may have what you need,
But surely they gain more.
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Is Africa not taught a lesson?
Must we give treasure – for pressure?
Be creative – do something!
Black skin has been thrust;
Its black blood gushes to better tomorrow.
-B. M. Atsen







DON’T WORRY – NOBODY CARES
(26th September, 2007.)
My hellish piled worries,
Diluted illusions and
Mixed confusion all
Needed great concern but
NOBODY is looking at it.
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The worst has happened,
All but a dream
Imaginations, false – thoughts
Float in my head
And just but NOBODY cares.
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Lethal mugs of problems
wave through my heart;
Lethargic, depression, listlessness…
Staring round for love
But NOBODY shows love.
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I’m falling to sub – zero,
I need a permanent solution;
May be all possible permutations
Suicide is the choicest…
Even then – NOBODY says, “stop!”
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“Correction… Just but God cares,
He shows love,
He is always looking,
He is the NOBODY that says, “stop!”
Don’t worry – NOBODY definitely cares.
-B. M. Atsen





LISTENER OF MY SOUL
(Dedicated to Rotimi Jimoh and Wumi)
(26th May, 2007.)
The breeze of my soul,
As though waiting
But no, on the Wrighte time
You strike down my spine.
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On the brevity of my days here,
You build bravely my future there;
Telling me, “carry on!
Predict and ‘morrow will surely show.”
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Truly eavesdropping,
Amidst the confusion of my head.
“A bright breezy day ahead,”
Like a dove – “Ride on!” you cooed.
-B. M. Atsen
POOR YOU…
(17th September, 2007.)
It reminds me way back
The cry, the atone, the grime;
Red – cup of sorrows with pains
Gulped down with groans
And crawling hot strokes…
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Yesterday’s a dream,
Today an imagination,
But tomorrow… it’s worth it…
“Dream’s a mental picture
Of a preferable future.”
Cheer up!
-B. M. Atsen


RETHINK
(December, 2006.)
Once in days of yore and days hence that come,
Try a strive – thy verbs alone revive – or some.
Next your heart decides
The previous step chides.
And weigh the wherewithal of the gotten plumb.
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Your heart hunt, its own probability,
Taking things at their capability.
See things as they are
And keep watch so far
With ardent vigilance and bravery.
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But now know this – think this over for good
Not ‘cause it’s really new – but don’t be told;
“A key has the lock
And you must not knock
Twixt the world – ‘The world,’ is your mind.
-B. M. Atsen