SHAMBLES

SHAMBLES
Making how many messengers,
making how many prophets,
making how many prophecies,
making how many warnings,
making how many signs
have thus been sent to humanity
from the realms of supreme divinity?

Instead of choosing tranquillity
and positive quest for prosperity
and other things that shall usher the race to grace,
Humans created partitions
out of the messages received - religion,
then allowed the greed we perceive - social class
also drew line of skin color - racism
and so the natural order was naturally compromised.

Humans running a non-human race
on the greatest sphere in existence,
the track is bound to be shambles...

©DAUDA ONAWOLA
WONDER NATION®

DANGER WITH STRANGER

DANGER WITH STRANGER

Can you shake the ground?
Will you lift the thrones?
Shall we make everything go away?

Bear the pain, will you?
Take a cut, can you?
As we make everything go away.

Devour the beast, can you?
Nurse a monster, will you?
Retain vengeance to evoke revenge, shall we?

Sink in danger with a stranger, can you?
Convenant of truth, truth of the curse,
the outer meager me and inner boundless being.

Deny thy identity yet retain personality, will you?
All the way until our days, be with me, will you?
I will squash the past that we may live in our time
as we consummate my mission, now ours
as you accede.

Along the cycle of existence,
will you elevate my path of nature?
Lets make everything go away
then let life in paradise commence.

©Dauda Onawola
Wonder Nation®
IG d.phinix

GHETTO TEMPO II; PHOENIX

GHETTO TEMPO II: PHOENIX

The eyes that have seen paradise,
the twin brother of hell.
It's not another entity,
just another sight,
dark ere, now light.

Past, future and present fight,
the inevitably altered order
for time ahead so bright
in natural borders.

Born in the gutters,
rose to the plains,
looked out to the horizon
holding bread without butter
in worries and pain.

Is thy fate sealed or abandoned?
Even when down to the ash
like Phoenix, the fire bird
so must thou resurrect.

Attila the Hun fell in Chalons.
History went with many a batallion.
Ascension stalking descendance...
This battle is one which cannot be lost.
Nevertheless or nonethemore,
ghetto soldiers claim victory over defeat.

©Dauda Onawola
IG d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA
@NationOfWonder

HEAVY FEATHER

HEAVY FEATHER
Like a cow with bloat,
they possess distended sense of person
filled with gases of harm,
thoughts with false wings
and head that takes them to the sky.
The falsified illusion of being,
negativity to worsen the likes,
celebrity in art or art of celebrity,
politician or leader by nomenclature
is what they call themselves.

Humility lightens the path itself
that the subject may know where to step,
ego raises that light and
you see your destination
but pride goes before a fall.
Ile nyo* (watch your steps),
death shall meet the (sluggish) chameleon
just as it will catch a (jumping) frog.

©DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA
@NationOfWonder

BROKEN

BROKEN
I see it.
I see the pain thriving in your heart.
I see invisible tears rolling down your cheeks.
I see frustration emanating at peak.

I see it.
I see your urge for liberation from the past.
I see every single feeling you wish to cast.
I see it's a mixture and that's why it lasts.

I see it, yes, I see it.
I see everything in your smelly creed.
You still wonder, ''what came in through which creek?''
You still wonder how it brought you ease, again make you bleed.

Now I see your pieces, I see it.
You were broken, I see what it is.
It's a journey, you shall meet a lasting bliss.
One that will lead and never make you hiss.
Life might just bring it, better still, go for it.

(C) Dauda Onawola
IG d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA