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Friday, May 6, 2016

The Creek is dirt-- An attitude of un cleanliness--- The Creek is a dead sea--- Neither fish nor humans can live on it-- The Creek is now a caricature of its once bubbling looks-- When the Creek people farm and live on its rich treasures A King Kong once lived there-- He once lived a desolate life in the Creeks-- Then he started beating a drum a war-- He raised a Creek army-- He puts his gun on the food basket-- His gun sheds blood, tears and sorrow-- He kidnapped for a ransom-- He laid his arms on a Silver plate-- He filled his food plate full-- He becomes an overnight money man-- No more overnight bus hike-- He quickly forgets the Creek long suffering-- He forgets the labor of heroes past-- The Creek King Kong builds a Castle in the air-- A prodigal son brings no good-- The Creek is still lifeless and dirty--- ~Murtaza Micky Yusuf~I dedicate this poem to Kenule Ken SaroWiwa~The Late Ogoni1 of blessed memory--

Change, Changi and Shangiliti They are liars Ah! Men are liars The mouth of a liar sheds no blood His mouth tastes so sweet as honey Until he Changed it Until he Changed our minds He shortchanged the people's expectations He suddenly becomes an Identified Flying object(IFO) But no more money to feed the needy He Changed his promise many times Like a chamelion would Change its colors Then like a Leopard he never Changed its spot Our cities in total blackout Water has dried up in our homes Our roads are a paralysis of long queues He rejoices too much because he kills a goaliath He thinks not about the jobless army of youth He thinks not about our girls Is this Change,Changii or Shangiliti ~Murtaza Micky Yusuf~ I dedicate this poem to KONGI~Professor OluWole Akinwande Soyinka

Mr Goody bag........

Who is the Nigerian man of the moment He is Mr Goody bag Mr Goody~Goody What will make you know this goody bag It is a goody goody A Fifteen point very big goody bag Mr Goody bag says there is love in sharing He feted his neighbors from the goody bag As the mouth munches the hand is soiled So soon the stomach aches A giant rumbles the goody goody stomach Potbelly of goody is vomiting You ate the goody goody in secret You are vomiting as eyes watch with utter dismay The long arms of the flexed its muscles As the goody bag people cool their feet in jail~Murtaza Micky Yusuf- Dedicated to Professor Chinualumogu Achebe