MARVELLOUS MAZE

Once he had a song composed that was his and he owned

The lyrics were his and so were the cords so well tuned

Then he thought himself unfit to play the flute and sing

That song that he used to sing was left tunelessly unsung

But he kept the flute and the soulful notes

The musical lyrics remained in his bones



Soon he realised he ought to have played his hearty tunes

That he never sought less than singing in such fine tones

He lamented the lost notes and the drifting away lyrics

Hardest as he concentrated he felt he had lost the histrionics

Was the music all gone with his unsung song?

Or would he ever again compose melody so strong?



Recollecting he gathered his garments of life and readied for strife

No stone would be unturned and no moment spared of his life

Because hardest as the shell of struggle to reclaim remained

He would have sufficient stores of pursuit for reclaim retained

To go after the tune and tones and lyrics

And rebuild his song on new musical bricks





By THE POET IN ME

Andrew Onalenna Sesinyi

DECEIPTFUL DICTATES OF AFRICAN DICTATORS

The African politician is a con artist par excellence

When winds of change blow dictators feign reticence

All autocrats suddenly swear oath to sound democracy

Speeches of freedom and goodwill displace autocracy.


Yet just yesterday the African demagogue spewed evil

Only yesterday he ranted and chanted songs of the devil

Cursing dissident voices and muzzling liberties and freedom

He was at variance with the Bill of Rights and its wisdom.


The African dictator is a solidly moulded mimic of minds

When world standards dictate he pretends to meet demands

Knowing well that just yesterday he laid an infrastructure of repression

He uttered rules and regulations that spelled his autocratic intention.


Yet this wolf in sheep skin with his full bag of laws against humane laws

Cues in the parrot cry of those that desire a democracy without flaws

This is the man whose wanna-be-a-god ambitions were thwarted

The man whose creative path to authoritarian rule was aborted.


The African despot now swaps his sword for a pretentious flag of truce

His packs of lies overflow the ship of belief as it floats on a deceitful cruise

His gullible flock like children tricked with candy sweeten his deceipt

As they cheer him on and clap empty hands that never experienced receipt.


Oh you fickle, cheap and degradable African addicts of political decoys!

Oh you insatiable canivores of untruths and ever willing political toys!

When will dawn come to African nations to know when to cry foul?

When will Africa learn to unveil carriers of pain before nations howl?


Nations have risen against dictatorships but Africa remains nonchalant

Self righteous smirks depict Africans to whom repression is their penchant

Yesterday they planned to voice themselves against perceived lunatics

Today the lunatics make them gyrate to manipulative political gymnastics.


The African needs memory transplant from his wildlife pride, the elephant

Whereas the pachyderm boasts of memory, that of the African is of an infant

A leader who yesterday revised democracy minimizing its core principles

Today he only has to open volume to full blast for them to stay docile disciples.



By Andrew Onalenna Sesinyi

March 5th, 2011.

WHY EVIL IS A BETTER SURVIVOR THAN GOOD

Evil thrives better than good because it's a loner
Unlike good the network of evil expends no toner
Evil is uglier in creation but better built for survival
Good is a flimsy apparition wasting away at interval

Evil broods no good moods and plans no tortuous deeds
Good is a shameless stalker addicted to endless needs
Evil thrives on degeneration and road networks to peril
Good is an imbecile of creation ever in pursuit of the devil

Evil looks for  no good and would not be be bothered
Good seeks evil but its good that gets smothered.
Evil is without pretext with its chapters of destruction
Good is a make-up artist with layers of self obstruction

I saw evil walking down the path on a sunset lit day
Good was lurking in the background but at bay
Evil paraded the horizon with colossal arrogance
Good though ubiquitous lacked the same elegance

Evil never stalls or blush in musks of reticence
Good is the shy performer so ever in abstinence
Evil hesitates to no viral dangers or pause to reflect
Good is the conservative psychosomatic of real fact

Andrew Sesinyi in reflections on life......

CULTURE PHONIES

Culture is a cult politicians cultivate to con

Culture casts aside caution to create costs

It boasts of bouts of brainwashing bubbles

Where pride presides in pristine promises


Lying leaders lead lost losers lavishly

Preaching progress in porous parades

Chanting culture in chiselled casts of care

Hoodwinking in hidden holds of haughty heists


Political phonies ply people with fantasies

Calling culture a cure to causes of complex

That they thickly thought of to thwart true thoughts

So that nations note notions with naught needs


Bands of bandits brandish banners of blasphemy

Clamming as they claim to clone culture correctly

Cutting chasms cased in coffins of coated charisma

While whittling at the whimsical wants of whiny wishers


Leaders lost in lust for lasting leases of lording

Sell sneaky styles for sane sense to simple souls

Calling culture a care for collective calm

While restraining with raptured robes of rusty realms.


By Andrew Onalenna Sesinyi

Written in the dark of night: 00:15hrs 10th March, 2011.