Feuds And Tunes
Saliva is an eternal lip gloss with bubbles
Your eternal loss was empathized by men emptying bottles
Leave your past out of your memories, if you can
Just know that doing it won’t be as easy as taking bean cakes out of a frying pan
They warned us of seven days of rain
But the umbrella has given us double the years of pain
You are doting on a love that never was, hoping on what could be
But what could be might not be
And that’s not a reason for castigation
Remember he who had no shoes now rules the nation
Though some have thought that he should have continued being who he was
With shoes now, he’s taking wrong steps and now looks worse
I will prefer an over-salted soup to living on with none
Knowing you won’t keep promises means to you breaking hearts is fun
I will prefer not to be ruled than to be ruined
They would have preferred not to fly, than to lose those wings
On a sudden descent to mother earth
Tears falling, never gives a glimpse of our hearts
Those who wanted to be praised for crying
Should know tears are verbal, a constant means of lying
Do not approach me with that product, I am not buying
we haven’t finished the funerals, but they can resume flying
he who wants to be loved best disqualifies self from the game
you can’t be on the right track, while running in the wrong lane
Leave me in the bosom of thoughts
Do not drive me to words
He who is driven only reacts
Afterwards your joy might not emerge intact
I am the minority, majority are nuts
It’s easy to label the women who left you as sluts
That tale shows you’ve moved around a bit, so what should you be called
I prefer death in a slow way
Murderers and kleptocrats shouldn’t just be sent to jail
Breivik, Assad and those who did Cynthia
Should be seen to shed tears
Sourced by pain and fear of greater pain
An eye today, a leg tomorrow
And all should be invited to see
Similar to the arena where Crixus and Spartacus drew blood and gave eternal peace
There is a governor with a disdain for his voters
I’m told he is going to force us to plant flowers
I told my Grandmother and she asked: “flowers for who?”
If you have been silent before, now I think you should stand up to boo
They have an office called ‘woman leader’
So only the males are leaders without gender qualifiers
Still you saddle them with erasing penury
Ticking that thumb for him was a self-inflicted injury
Just think of it, if the sick invited the disease
Shouldn’t he share the blame, if by it he becomes deceased?
Akeem Oyalowo
September 5, 2012
