PROMISE WRITES OUTLET

  Street of corruption Rule by a mighty destruction Evil deeds need no permission for it is a corrupted street of obsession. Street of love Where lovers meet No one to caution 'em Save the gadget Street of religion Hypocrite comes to show their religion The righteous proclaim the gospel truth And the righteous hardly get a fruit. Street of knowledge Where virtuous words flow like a crystal stream No blockage, even no mountain To block the words; they are good for heart. Street of traders union Traders from all cardinal point  Comes together to form a Union Their aim is saved in the street corner Street of venom Vipers crawl to their prey They spilt noxious words to 'em And sucking lambs succumb to their words And they become victims to corning vipers.

  I'm done panting and ranting like a desert demon Giving out all in me when I felt to enshrine you with my trust All my agonies were turning my sweat to blood I don't know how to love but I gave you my eudaemon My pains and sweat has been a crud I gallant bite around like a desolate gaint I went to the cardinals, to know love; I came back seeking for loaf I'm fragmented into weeping stars. My heart ache and my pains gains hurt My heart bleed like a crying heaven with descending blood Tho' your love is a wine; that turns wise into tomfool, so was I I mewl like a lonely widow every night No one to cuddle with in harmattan's night. I took my gossamer, I blew affectionate kisses on it Trying to recall your flavour I could smell the gossamer's savour But I'm done with you, I want to be salvor.

  My Acolyte You are beautiful and polite You are junoesque lady and  erudite You ready to make me a mighty knight Your bed is ready to warm me every night Your lips  are so blessed with beautiful limelight. My Acolyte Your are endowed with pneumatic Your bosom is charming aromatic Your royalty is so emphatic Your foresight is deterministic Our amorous left our sadness in anachronistic. My Acolyte  Lovely damsel of Apollo You light up my darken shadow Thousands of stars shout your beauty in hallow I'm ready to dwell with you in beautiful archipelago; To hide our amorous from evil eyes and you be my forever bedfellow.

When I exit to the other world, Let no man weep at my grave. When I went to perpetual resting, Let no damsel sing dirge at my entrance.  When I start a voyage of no return,  Let it be known that I'm living in the air When I turn to soil,  Let it be known that I have transit to my formality. When I become motionless, Let it be known that I'm not loyal to afterlife. When my words can't be heard,  Let it be known that my vocality is dead. When my castle sized to grow  Let it be known that I'm not dead, I reign with my euphonious words forever.

Let my last words get to her The senior abiamo of all nation The reason for my existence Tell her I'm a legendary child. Tell her I have completed my mission Tell her that her ammunition and bulletproof are priceless  Tell her  I foray her wardrobe to steal her wrapper. Tell her I stole the  pot of her lusciously soup. Tell her that her doctrines are saving grace And her chastisements are friendly to my health Tell her that her words are pure honey Tell her I miss her. Tell her not to mewl at my grave I die being a legendary warrior Tell her not to regret of her stubborn consanguineous child Tell her to motivate other mothers.  Tell my Momma that her bosom is the best pillow and dinner ever Tell her that her man is the luckiest man  Tell her I have sojourned on earth and I have gone to abide in heaven Tell my Momma that I will choose her in life to come Tell her that many were saved by my death Tell her that her faithful prayers are always answered Tell her I l...

The Nigeria flag I know It is the royal banner of peace and wealth The origin of our happiness and health The royal banner of protection Our pride and swag cloth Hmm..... When the flag is lowered and stained Our peace and wealth turned to war and vanity Our royal banner becomes grave clothes The royal banner of happiness and health turned into cataclysm. Who will wash our royal banner? The Nigeria national anthem I know Oh the song of inspiration The song of unity and peace Song of freedom and relieve Song of hope and prayer The song that gives life to Justice But so sadden, our euphonious song becomes sweet sorrowful tone The spirit of the song is dead  And song of Justice becomes song of crime It becomes suicidal song to the citizen When shall we sing the euphonious song of unity? The Nigeria national pledge I know It is the oath of national virtues The oath that inspired us to serve with all our strength The oath that inspired us to defend our country's dignit...

  lazy youths Hoodlums  Hooligans Names given to the moppets in my country by our able corrupted politicians. We are down to the dust over our country situation and our cries mean nothing to them. We are not satisfied with our condition and we will never be satisfied until justice rewake. Let sail through this sad ocean...... When Justice is dead  And our lawmakers make antagonize laws Ev'n our constitution means nothing to them We were called lawbreakers When Lekki was turn to pool of blood And the blood of our brethren cries for vengeance When our country is safe for harms And When we stand for protection We were called hooligans When our right is neglected And we are ready to fight for it Ev'n When we are fighting for it  We were called Hoodlums When our politicians paid terrorists And we are left to starve to death When workers live from hand to mouth Ev'n the street beggers live in penury We were called Lazy youths When our country is dancing to hade And we are ...

Arise for justice Ye writers of the truth Let your pen split the justice Let your voice proclaim the truth And your book portray the right Don't allow darkness cover thy light. In unfailing strength of pen, we shall proclaim the gospel truth In raining fire of war, we shall work for justice In danger and hunger, we shall stand firm with no evil In poisonous well of catastrophe, we shall fetch out the pure news. We are neither debilitated nor impotent To carry out our duty We are born to propagate justice and truth Long live our dancing pens Long live our ink Long live our pure books Long live our freelance writers

  Weariness wore me like a royal garment My grey hair buried in yet fullfiled goal All hope seems dying But the breathing time gives subsist I sat hopelessly in the nethermost part of Earth My eyes bids farewell to light world. Ye! The end is nigh  My goals are burning down like a feeble leave The end is nigh yet the burning sun smile devilishly at me Will the breathing time save my plans? I had wandered in all direction of life catastrophe Yet the gain is the greatest pain  No rest for all living  The rest comes on latter day But the latter day is not the last day.

  Promise is an euphonious Pope Words flow from his source like a pure honey A warrior in his own  white barony He is adamant to people's hatreds A moppet freelance warrior is he He enframe his art and transport to others Purging words is his specialism He is ready to sacrifice blue bloods for his lovers Promise, the  father of pun and irony And the grandson of sarcasm. He is metaphoric in giving examples B't he is aware of the velocity of his cut woods Don't fall for his words, it is diabolic Because he will build a castle of imagination for you With his romantic words. Being a sarcastic, he is endowed with full bodiment of omoluabi  Thou' he got furious like a raging dragon  But he is as gentle as embellish Lamb of Israel. Like an insatiable Lion, Promise will devoured puto But he is a needlelike and a voracious ingester Many being said he is gargon But he is one the perfect creations of the highest Creator.

"How are you Promise?"  my alterego asked, "I'm fine" I replied.... Within my organization, things have dilapidated I felt like a deserted desert. My life seems fruitful and full B't something is missing within me Who are you rang in my heart I couldn't figure out my very existence I cried in my forest b't there is no helping hand. My soul become adamant to my specialism My hands are freezed with life adversity They hardly grabbed a sword I couldn't fight in my white field Blue blood becomes a story in my field I beome a once upon a time warrior. Oh! My specialism is fading away Like a fabricated polychrome ankara No one to ratify my colour  My book goes empty all day  And no blue blood to split.