FIRE OF MOODS

  Ajar! Ye doors, ajar! Unto new inhabitants, Conveyed through the portal of death, To desert humanity over yonder. Bolt! Ye doors, bolt! That the inhabitants grasp, Our music- a cacophonous shriek, Our dances- a writhing gesture. #El_Magnifico™

  Once in time past, Was a legendary duel, Between the rocky mountain, And the tranquil sea. The sea froze himself up, In other to be stronger. With force, He smashed himself unto the rock, And each time he did, He shattered into fragments. He then melted back to water, Permeated the mountain's core, And with ease and effortlessness, He uprooted the mountain, And successfully had him crashing down. There lies no gain in force, For it is a bridge, That leads, From the border of bleakness, To the island of hopelessness. #El_Magnifico™

  In the beginning Before God created the heaven and the earth... I was. I am source- a sauce for source itself. Every ground I tread becomes a source for sweet sauce constantly found on the lips of men. All of existence has tasted me, Yet they never knew my flavour. But I am an open secret revealed since time was born And to live on even after eternity finds death. I was... When heaven was born And when the forbidden tree came to life. I was... When wisdom learnt to be wise, And long before angels learnt to read and write. I was... When imagination moulded his first thought, And Satan sang his first song. Yes! I was... In the beginning Before God created the heaven and the earth. I still am... Like cells on the skin of existence, Bearing witnesses to the flavour of my very own sauce. And I will be... After grave ceases to exist, And hope goes down into the bottomless pit. I am the strength of existence, And even when all things die, I'd live on in that void Where I'd be known 

  The Police is our friend. How sweet does it sound, That your friend is ever ready to kill your dreams. He is the first to serve you sorrow, And forces you to swallow it hard, With a smile on your face. The Police is definitely our friend. For there is great joy, When your friend wrongly accuses you, And forcefully denies you your basic rights. To the extent that he breaks the law, In order to trap you in it. Is this friendship or brutality? And they say the Police is our friend. I ask you, If a person does these things to you, What would they be to you? A friend... An enemy... Or a frenemy? #EndSARS!!! #EndPoliceBrutality!!! #El_Magnifico™

  Of strong drink and wine I taught him to guzzle, To forcefully take his stand and flex all his muscle, He grew up with verve and outwitted his peers, He knew not refute throughout his growing years. His hunger for women soon grew to heights untold, He lays with all kinds bolstering the beast he unfolds, I called him to order scolding him of his ways, Inflamed, he flexed his muscles and soon had me dazed. I had been the architect of his every ability,.and my son's foolishness becomes my calamity. #El_Magnifico™

  Once upon a time, There was no day, Neither was there night. All that was, Were the sun and the moon. They were always together, Radiating in their brightness. With time moon noted, That the sun took all the glory. For he was much more brighter, Than moon could ever think to be. He tried and tried and tried, But his efforts never paid off, He felt really incompetent, For his brightness was never seen. He thought the sun to be a born winner, And thus took it as his fate. Soon wind came whistling by, Hoping  that moon would cheer, But rather he was sober, With no smile on his face to wear. Wind probed and moon spewed, In concession and defeat, Of how he'd always play second fiddle, To unequivocal Mr sun. "Dig deep my friend", wind said, "You'd find solution, For your problems come to you, Only because you have the answer. And the only time you'd fail, Is when you decide to give up." Moon pondered these words, And decided to keep trying. Soon he invented

  Bellow! Rumble!! Roar!!! Bellow! Rumble!! Roar!!! Grief stricken cries, Echoes on our dejected streets. Pangs of hunger, Sweeps swiftly through our provinces, Leaving adults and children utterly smitten, By its ravaging ire. Distress like stallions, Gallops across our country, In tenacious strides. Bellow! Rumble!! Roar!!! Unfolding tears, Hail the dawn of a new age, Another age of change, Whereupon our National flag, Is painted in the colour of tears. Our coat of arms, Is shielded with inward pointed spikes, And our anthem, Becomes a song of lament. Bellow! Rumble!! Roar!!! Groans amass, From the weight of frustration, Pressing down our shoulders. The horse whip of terrorism, Bruises our pride, And the immoral caress of corruption, Bites skin deep, Into the bedrock, Of our Fatherland. Bellow! Rumble!! Roar!!! Cacophonies upon cacophonies, Bellows, Rumbles, Roars, Calling for the awakening, Of an empire in slumber. #El_Magnifico™