A Dialogue With youths

Lend me your ears youths!
hmmn.... a melody that sooths
flowing from the throat of my flute
Youths! come let's Dialogue.

i've always chew in my imagination this monologue
hmmn.... Youths listen to my prologue.

That DRUG you see is a tug
never you embrace him with a hug
turn your back,
as you disgrace him with a shrug.

Stepping on his noble red carper rug,
staggering as you slog,
a BRT lane to an early morgue
that drug had already dug.

Though, he promised you euphoria,
but! he should in fact be your phobia
oh! what an epitome of mental malaria.

you mind is that citadel,
that drug will leave only retarded;
oh an island so divided.

here is my epilogue
Just don't do drug

LOVE IS TOUGH!

LOVE!
A cold hot fireice they say you are
how did you Merlin  your entrance
into my steel stiff heart?

Freelance,
into my diamond hard like heart
you lure your entrance.

In you, I've always been an Atheist (an unbeliever)
How did you grab my heart
making me shiver as i quiver
drowning in this warm cold river
of your sensational fever?

you tranquilize my still steel heart
who always says you're such a bluff,
a fluff,
oh! you're much a tough stuff.

A Wayne of rain my heart is melting
A shower of sun oh a heart  so frigid
maybe it's actually tepid. 

The most powerful emotional words
is such a freak,
dried of ink to paint how it feels
 Hollow!
deep inside THERE is total bleak

Even as i wail,
my heart so pale
just as i smile
my joy, flowing calm like river Nile

I am neither well nor ill
what do i even feel?
an emotion of no motion
maybe now I'm a fiction,
NOT REAL!

THE STORM

Lying on my Raffia sofa
comes the quivering of our earth.

a grumpy thunder grumbling,
its sound wave tumbling.

Deep in the ears of our earth,
this horror voice is rumbling.

A dusty rain showering on our roofs;
dark cloud invading white,
a dreadful lightning tattoo our sky.

the highest hills and mountains shivering
oh! Yeh! why is our world trembling?

Oh! No!
A giant 'Iroko' tree has fallen
what a great lost we are befallen
Africa's mind is deepened in silence, sullen.

Our gigantic 'iroko treee'
 the sunrise to sunset of your life
 is a drive,
a strive,
a fight for freedom
that left you in years of solitude 
in the semi-darkness of the white man's cell,seldom.

you are indeed an emblem of our Jerusalem,
a creature of wisdom,
the 'Opomulero of African kingdom.

Goodbye MADIBA
fair well in my native language, 'odigba'

your image will never fade from our imagination
to human race,
you are a wonderful donation