Beauty of Adjective

The grammar declare the glory
The language proclaim eloquence
There is no phrase or statement
Where the adjective is absent

The goodness is beyond comprehension
And the glow beyond flawless silver
No phrase can make meaning
Without support of the adjective

You strengthen conversations
And create flow of words
You reign without ambiguity
And never succumb to scarcity

Waiting Too Long

I am now dwelling in dark room
Which neither mice nor ants can bear?
My dignity fades away hour after hour
And worries overwhelm my mind

Each day bring vast numbers of speculation
As my brains fail to capture hope
My eyes cannot picture my prospect
As I long for the peace I deserve

I live in a house like a pig sty
Where freshness is far from my reach
I have been waiting and waiting for too long
The long wait for what exactly?
The long wait for sanctuary is more than sinister for me

A Mountain of Memories

Like berries, like baboons it can’t add up
With stinking catalogue of sorrow
Scanning the sky without skills
And draining the bone marrow like syringe

What an ambush to be in the bush
Whilst the branches sing sweet memories
Even the grass sings hatred and hell for me
As the heat is no more hidden to me

Revolving around ungreased epicentre
My hope is in need of operation
I am sinking in an unsustainable sea
As my breath is fast disappearing like dew in the morning
Like a dream like a meditation, I am in limbo

I am what I am

I am the mass movement that massacre
I swallow the low every hour without honour
I travel directionless and careless
I am the master in my market
I am the dynamic force that knows no forecast

I feed on ferocious feast
And dwell in a remote location
I reside in the glory of my powers
And my actions are too prompt to be stopped

The pain I produce knows no boundaries
I have no mercy to the mess I leave
I am unsympathetic with my uncertainty
I have no regrets or reasons to think otherwise
The cedars are not immune to my strength
My capacity is beyond comprehension
I take pride in my position
I am the floods that you all hate

Shambles of Human Rights

From the agony of Afghanistan
To the permanent pain of Pakistani
We see the dry wells of Darfur
Feeding on the zombies of Zimbabwe
Under the burning bodies of Burma
Iraq is racked into a racket of war

Congo sings conflict of civil unrest
As Iran votes were stolen by the detector
Somalia continues to hunt for solution
As Uganda fail to put guns downs
We moan the death of votes in Iran
We are left numb with Nigerian oil conflict
As we are uncertain of China human rights

Mugabe’s Decade of Destruction

From the mountains of gold to the terrain of tea,
Each piece can tell a sad story
From the scene of tourism to the chaos of terror
Each pathway is filled with profound destruction

He devoured human rights and buried them under the police
He created homelessness and generated squatters
He bulldozed farming, agriculture and mining
And filled the economy with weird inflation

He displaced his children around the globe
And made mass hunger among the farmers
He destroyed dignity and sow seeds of dependency
He irrigated corruption and nepotism
And produced a harvest of venomous weeds

Danger behind

The horns of rhino were behind my back
Whilst the black mamba was with my proximity
The guns were pointed straight on my head
And the blood was an inch from bust
As my frozen brains could not function
My legs carried me directionless at great speed
Finally and fortunately, I secured a sanctuary