LYRICS OF PATRIOSTISM BY MESIOYE JOHNSON

LYRICS OF PATRIOTISM

"...the labour of our heroes past
shall never be in vain..."
is a solo that follow strings of war on our heels,
still, we drag these ill songs on a rock to a polling boot
where another patriot votes on the chest of sands,
maybe with his blood, cos I saw red, red,pint,pint, then dusts.
stanza 1: I grew up in the wounds of my mother, and
I nursed how pinching her silent moments draw tears
to surround her wounds like fallen men in Biafra
whose strengths could only guard lifeless things in a home
of stones, of cankerworms, of roaming shadows near our dreams;
father, a sore scenting stale sanity of democracy.
chorus: whenever their tongues trace our ignorance,
we become wet in synonyms horny of thrusting revolution.
peace: practice a song that throws one in sighing rhythms, and
unity: unlearn verses that glued mother to throats of termites,
and nightmare roots ,depriving you colours in dream lights.
stanza 2: we were thought how deep our holes were
with a riffled scrotum beneath a hard dangling muscle
while a girl opposite saw how hymens at attention crawl
till she finished reciting National Anthem in bloody metronomes,
she got home too, at least through memories of a bereaved Mother
where patriotism salute orders from a gun in splattered bloods.
"...peace and unity"

©Mesioye Johnson