THE SOCIAL INTROSPECT

From steam to the combustion engine Dangerous smokes daily dished out to her baby clouds Even though we are having several meetings; signing many treaties We still haven’t attended to her daily plead See our warmth becoming heat, hope you hear the earth speak Many the Nations their trees; they fell Many countries their Forest; less dense Many cities uprising at much expense Detriment to the soul of the mother without replenishment See our warmth becoming heat, hope you hear the earth speak All the Gs; 3, 4, 5 and more To generates massive speed for our daily needs A reality and prep to face more heat Guess we aren’t checking many things, deforesting to get more Gigs See our warmth becoming heat, hope you hear the earth speak Even the deep isn’t left out of this gory head Mother earth’s squids and whales can’t escape the unchecked human race Coral reefs feeling the heat down beneath, tiny fishes dying of the spills

For every blackout; a billion made For every darkness a bullion van Always wondering, why the contentment with our present state Men in a mask – politicos, importers of the noise engine causing us a headache For every dilapidated school; a billion made Invisible hands causing the deepest quakes For every salary not paid; a billion made Authoritarian hands multiplying the masses pain For every collapsed building; a billion made Men who threw the integrity test sheet away Now the walls cracked; not only was the foundation faulty: But some Men failed For every pond on the expressway; a billion made For every pit on our highway; some men got paid So many have somersaulted, but some has gained Oh the hydra-headed monster with tail soiling our fabric with stain How many billion more is worth the pain? How many men are still queued for the gain? Know that such gain throws millions into pain Is our life really for the billions or f

Many framed men Hefty yet without course Many Huge men; many but yet not strong Many Daddies comes handy, yet not really Daddies But you my Father; you are out of this world Of the frame of a house set upon the hill which cannot be hidden A man brimming with daily tenacity Considerable yet wise A custodian of truth not lies Ever seen a structured entity with a structured approach; yeah that’s my Father Relentless as the Eagle strolls the skies for her eaglet in winter and summer Many men may refrain from the cold as a bane; yet in it, you toil, not issuing complain Spent time with you; never really seen your frowning face; still, u didn’t spare the cane Many men there is, yet a Good man is scarce But amongst the few; you aim for the stars @ ½ a century and 1 still bouncing like a boy I am certain you will reap many years in abundant Joy @Bolaji Olaniba (2019)

Who can know the heart of men? Deepest travel into a bottomless end Thoughts oozing, arising as steam from yet a secret end A pot dishing good and malicious thoughts Guard your heart saith the WORD of Life For it is the wellspring of Life A corrupt one can make a man smile, yet want to throw you into the Nile How do we explain a vast array of fertile land yielding barrenness to its humankind That’s the trick of the crooked hearts, laying beauty to a wasteland I have seen children suffer, even generations yet unborn All because of a heart saturated with wrath and scorn Women struggle, Men Hustle, yet no fruit; Of course, there is one with a black hole draining human strength The light of the Sun, beautiful to behold The moon in the dark revealing its own But a torch into the heart; yet we find nothing But wait, that’s the human engine, the seat of his deeds What makes a heart; the invisible one, unseen yet breathing dangers unfor