THE NIGHT SUN

The night shining sun sparkles brighter than the eclipse

Only the emotionally powerful sees the apocalypse

She has come to dethrone darkness; be a son

Are you ready to see the night sun?

She needs more hands to quench her insatiable taste

Taste not of bloodshed but baste

The taste to eradicate jungle justice

The taste to forestall equity and egalitarianism and end decadence

Times have passed and the wicked minds are now beasts

The patriots must all roll out to quell these monsters

To end criminal feasts

We need to end this reign of pranksters

We need no embezzlement but investment

For we have had it to our throats

And now need an easement

The call is louder. Don’t be gloats

The monster is always at you doorsteps

As school and work awaits you to traipse

It torments you on the pitiable and death traps called roads

It escalates your moaning at the so-called hospitals

It kills your future at school

And turns you into a stool

The rich amass wealth

Leaving you in a miserable health

If I cant suck my mother’s breasts

And feel more important than the beasts

Them I’m not only hopeless

I’m also homeless

I am tired of concocted falsehood and gangsterism;

This whole cesspool of impunity and cabalism

And that of favouritism

It is time for the reign of truism