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2023 Election
2023 is ticking
Like a bell it is ringing
Their mouths are prepared to start singing
The same stanza, lyrics and music.
2023 is tucking
Their hope will be shown abroad
But own poor fruits will be spread abroad
To carry their songs on every roads
With arms, bags and tea of fraud.
2023 is ticking
The gods are trading with wisdom
To seek the heart of men
Kings are no longer stepping on toes
Their "Yes" is under the palms of those they left with cutlasses and hoes.
2023 is tucking
We are groping for the right road like Bartimaeus
After all the negligence
We still choose to remain kind
While we keep stumbling at noonday.
2023 is ticking
Don't give yourself away for 30 pieces of silver
Even the tress will refuse to clap for you to be delivered.
2023 is tucking
It's another moment of prophecy talking
Their words will be breathtaking
Think twice so our hearts will be kept away from aching.
©️ Matthew Edeh Sunday
An Ode To MJ (Michael Jackson)
In a moonlit steps
We saw a silhouette gone
And there was notes of sorrow in the dance's dawn.
Oh! who has the ancient enemy eaten?
We looked and saw that it was the 'King of Pop' that was taken
His chords of his melody was ceased
And the void of silence longing increased.
As times goes by
His memories kept echoing like a glove in the air
Thrilling beats, moonwalks of magic, anti-gravity lean, crotch grab, circle slide, the kick, toe stand all called aloud
But he isn't there
The moon is now bare because she has lost her son
There is missing whisper lingering and the world aware
Because no one does this better than MJ.
In a neverland's realm
Where dreams took it's flight
The rhythm of loss shadowed the night
Through tear drops' rhythm we honor and pine
For Michael's legacy lives forever in time.
An Ode To MJ (Michael Jackson)
In a moonlit steps
We saw a silhouette gone
And there was notes of sorrow in the dance's dawn.
Oh! who has the ancient enemy eaten?
We looked and saw that it was the 'King of Pop' that was taken
His chords of his melody was ceased
And the void of silence longing increased.
As times goes by
His memories kept echoing like a glove in the air
Thrilling beats, moonwalks of magic, anti-gravity lean, crotch grab, circle slide, the kick, toe stand all called aloud
But he isn't there
The moon is now bare because she has lost her son
There is missing whisper lingering and the world aware
Because no one does this better than MJ.
In a neverland's realm
Where dreams took it's flight
The rhythm of loss shadowed the night
Through tear drops' rhythm we honor and pine
For Michael's legacy lives forever in time.