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The war monger, by Ibrahim Chiroma (Ba’aba)
War is business
Your life is just a buzz
Your soul, a weight of gold
You are money in death.
You are meaningless in life
You are just like the fly you swat.
The Mosquito you kill.
The ants you trample.
To war mongers, you are just that.
You are nothing, a liability, an animal
To kill at convenience.
To dispose at will.
The new Pagans worship lucre
Gold, Timber and Cobalt.
Diamonds, Uranium, black,
Gold and sand.
The very soil under your feet
Materials buried in your soil
Mingled with ashes of your ancestors.
You are a nuisance and a cog.
In the wheels of exploitation
The soil of Africa contains,
The blood veins of greed.
The GODS of the new pagans.
The self-appointed Masters of
the universe.
The blood of Syrians feeds their Vampire appetite.
They are the wolves of Benghazi drinking
the blood of Libyan Africans.
They run the clanging bells of Wall Street.
Bells of exploitation, and misery.
The blood of Iraqis drive the
Cars of Detroit.
The blood of Bantus,
Lights up the sky scrapers of the Western cities.
The loot of India glitters
On the necks and Heads of
Kings and queens of Europe.
The thieves of yesterday.
Are the Nobles of today.
The evil of man to man
Is hidden in the Museums of Europe
The pharmaceutical behemoth..
The educational castles of miseducation.
The Gothic churches of Europe.
Curators of the collective thinking of Empire.
Race and racism hidden in the crypts.
Divine power planted wealth
In the womb of Africa.
Foreign greed emasculate
Nature’s wisdom.
Killed peace, destroyed harmony.
Annihilated natures balance.
Every one, suffering.
The blood of the innocent
Child, woman and the elderly.
Flowing daily in Africa for their resources.
The mind and soul of
Europeans sold to the evil of exploitation.
God was abandoned
Drugs reign.
Drugs for everything.
Drugs to wake up,
Drugs to stay awake
Drugs to sleep
Drugs to procreate.
Drugs to laugh
Drugs to feel alive
Drugs to think
Drugs to kill self and others.
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The soul has left Man.
It took abode in a plastic card.
Thinking is moderated by the
Plasma on the wall.
The mind twisters of Hollywood.
The megaphone of leeches.
The blood suckers of societies.
Murderers of peace, harbingers of hell.
All for greed, gold and
Intemperance.
A sad, sad world of
Sodomy, sadism and satanic appetites.
Worshippers of freedom
consumption, and stupidity.
Man has forgot to be human.
Humanity on the brink’
At the cliff of perdition.
Man the wise is overtaken
by greed.
Gripped by freedom to
Suck the blood of his brethren.
Marry his car
Marry his Dog
Cohabit with a Cyborg.
Marry his own mother
The human has left us.
The day we killed morality.
Turn our backs to GOD.
Humanity is forced to worship items.
Respect foolishness,
Embrace danger.
Live for nothing
Kill for nothing.
Destroy everything.
Soon the children
Of Armageddon will rise.
Everything comes from the soil.
All will return to the soil.
Ba’aba Ibrahim, a former Director PRS and Budget in the Federal Judicial Service Commission, writes from Abuja.
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