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...

As bells jingle Many calls from campaigners Telling us the saviour has come, and one has arisen to complete His mission His mission! What mission? I question To steal, kill and destroy or to save us! You want our money or our prosperity? Education is lagging behind friends and fair masters mate Mr. fantani allocates a billion Nigerian Naira for his candidature Borrows more from friends and associates and gets billion more as a gift to run the race. You want our money or our prosperity? On the altar of promises and the podium of graceful intentions driven by power You read out browsed and drafted lies to the people You say in your mind; hail me gerian fools! For I need regain my gifting Better; Now I see why you kidnapped education and jail infrastructural development For the renewed mind of the populace will bring light to men imposed darkness You will never mind if u can “A” pprehend and “SUU” the union to cripple the Great Li...

By divine orchestration; the Super-being placed their feet upon the Soils of the Negroid Savannah The land of the Rising Sun Black tough skin perfectly made to confront the harsh sunbeam Some brown, some deep; Shinning by the slightest soft cleansing and tendering Later this community of men encountered a group with the white skin By virtue of fate; a lot of things changed Black men became caged; Not only physically but mentally The craving for a mirror and a couple of jeans; Made men lose the sense of their originality To be modern; they say be white, to be the best; be light Perception told and bought without confirmation Without balancing on the mat for a second thought Without consideration that we had a place we were coming from We the children of valour, of the land of the rising sun For the cooked and garnished Europeanism Our folks embark upon the journey across the Mediterranean Sea A deadly voyage; the journey to see lands of...

It came as sudden as lightning, The Quietus of her wellspring.   Friends and acquaintances kept their promises spayed. Leaving her alone to contend with life. Now homeless and unchaperoned, She's left to wander through the denseness of life. The coolness of the night which brings rest to tired souls, Only reminds her of her defenselessness. And the crow of the cock which heralds the ingress of a new dawn, Instils fear in her heart For she knows not what the day holds. No matter how she tries to make ends meet, They keep getting shorter. She grubs for a life of her own, The more she pushes, the more life pushes back. Nowhere else to turn She is on an island of hopelessness Surrounded by a sea of struggle. Not willing to remain on the island, She gets into her little boat; her dream. As she stirs on with her little paddle; her hope. These words keep her afloat : That behind every thick cloud, there is always a silver linen and Beauty is yet ahe...