THE PEAK REPORTER

CITY SANITATION I wish i am the brain That knows the ability of future My mouth will utter the truth of the future My nose will smell the danger of the future My ear will hear the still voice of the future My hand will drop the lethal weapon of the future. I wish i am the  peace That holds peace of the politicians That I might severely depart from the wicked That I might vehemently oppose the words of the fools That I might gnaw the hole of their life That I might banish thee from the city. I wish I had authority I will sentence the corrupt ones to life imprisonment That I might burn the liars to ashes That I might cast away the false prophets That I might expose the secret of the imps That I might stop lost of life and property That the masses will be in joy forever When will the saviour emerge? Oh Living ancestor! Babalola Israel A EazyPoet All  Rights Reserved

LABOURS OF MOTHERHOOD. The day I escaped the womb, The hours my mother dwells in pains of labour, The minutes of dark hours, and it all developed to a birthday. the joy of motherhood. Mother makes the back bed plain, just to have a splendid time of rest. You give the pleasing part of your breast in the name of having sound in brain. You never fall out of love, mother of the fathers. You blow with your mouth, the flem of my nose, to having a breathe of life. When I'm sick, you are dying When I worship the porcelain god, you clean away  the dirty stains, as happy as a sand boy, then you are as happy as a lark. You make me live beyond my means, antagonist of bad tongue, not a wet blanket. The backbone, you take to arms for my comfort. Many moons ago, you walk on water, you almost go a moonlight fit. Just to have the world at my feet, Thanks for giving me fuel. Oh Mother! I promise to be above board, Mother of sons Pin your hope on me, for I'm ready to g...

In Nigeria, hunger has being the word for  days, hunger is everywhere in Nigeria regardless of how civilized the area is, wether urban or rural area. Hunger has no limit, regard,or respect for anybody, no matter the person's status in life. No man in this world ever desire the visitation of hunger, but yet it will make way into man. In our society today, we are quick to believe someone cannot be a hunger victim, because of his material acquisitions. I knew of a family, the father struggles in France while his nuclear family is based in Nigeria. Many people  believed so far the father stays in France, the family is okay and well to do, whereas the family is bitterly and silently crying everyday in the corner of their room just to get to bread to eat. In recent research, compelling desire for food has become rampant and it is fast getting out of hand in our society. The rate at which people die of hunger is getting out of hand and uncontrollable. AFOUDA HUNGER INITIATIVE is sa...

At my tender age, empty stomach has been the watchword, nothing to feed on let alone chew. Within me are sorrows and bitterness of hunger. My destiny is sold for food, My birthright is out for bread, How wealthy I am in poverty! How loud I cry in my silence! Who will fight my stomach pain battle? Dwelling in pains of emptiness, When will my life expire? Oh Living dead of hunger! Silently I cry... Someone Is Hungry AFO-Hi GoldenArtConcept EazyPoet

WEEPING LAND Weepy land! The weeping land weeps, the bald desert, on the bald desert are brothers of two colours, changing like chameleon. Weepy land! the weeping land weeps. Secured for a life battle, hue is the problem, looking for whom to devour. Weepy land! the weeping land weeps. Devil's advocate, devilish pleasure made priority. Completely devoid of moral. Weepy land! In it, they dice Being, tricking gold to stone, Land of bad rooted root, face laughs hatred. Weepy land mourns. Babalola Israel A All  Rights Reserved

JOY WITHIN My eyes are said to be fruit, surrounded by the heavenly angels, happy are thy moment. Silently, I observes my feet and the movement of my hands. Overwhelm with gladness and positivity. The joy of salvation within. I'm wreck with gallery of stars. Dead men don't bite, yet I'm feared. My slow and steady wins the race, the silence in me, laughs like a monkey, My works are always on the crest of a wave. A succeeded success, block buster himself. I clean away the river flow of tears, neighbours are alive when I lights. Waking the dead is my hobby, taming the lion is my habit. I brings to life, the ago dead bone of my mates, enslave under joy of all days. Come! Come!! Laugh! Laugh!! the golden future awaits, Tick! Tock!! the time dictates the future, all eyes are on me, the cat that send forth the rat. To my neighbours, I know my thoughts, thought of evil makes no way, On the quiet, I'm pissing in the wind. Pluck up your courage, ...

Homeless and hopeless, it has become survivor of the fittest, life is now a hit below the belt, black turns white; white turns black. See the man of straw, nothing is to be proud of. A man of nothing, every struggles are fruitless. Present hour is dark; future hour is darker. No home to live, and I'm overwhelm with hopeless, I bargain with the pigs for food, I struggles with the goats to get water, even once in a blue moon. The painting works of my life was done and dominated by darkness. I can taste the bitterness of sorrow, All labours are in vain; vanity upon vanity. Moving from frying pan to fire, my head is down! I delivers the last speech in my mouth, before I get a drop of honey. Why is my hour darken? for I am abundantly enriched with poverty, ill-luck locked me with a lock in a lucker. Truly, I dwells in the solitary of darkness. Optimist turns pessimist, I go cap in hand all through the days, Yet! It is a wild goose chase. I am solitary for all...