AT THE END, MY FAILURE Uthman Samad

I have spent days with focus
Some without it
N' I focus on two things life has taught
The good and the bad

The life has lent me the Good time
The good time with oversize spectacule with a glass of mirror
I can see clearly in the day
Take it to the dark and see my shame
As drawn in line with my poverty

The worse period is when I water the spectacle with flexible leader woven around the nostril straw
I reaslise the longevity of the right part of the l' n' non of it

I see my self behind the civic tab in front
The giant's lab of piercing the locket of truth
Also with the key to the nugget of bigger deeds

I pitched the most difficult riddle as my first
An inkling move I thought I couldn't
I believe and weave with fate
At the end I fail my tasking, it is a failure

I know I was lured, I failed
Not my fault, the derailed minded mind
Who sits and politicise the script of the play

My fault remains on the relics I use with the foes I loath
Who perpetrate the 'behind the scene' with the derailed

I blame him not, nor she
Not anon the non
I blame my ignorance of the bad nose fellow
Who smell not but the odour of war

They wage wars like the old messiahs
Who compel with forces
And adorn with braces
Across their faces
As I fear them the ladies
Falling, serving and seething for their freebies.

Oga boss, your time is singing up up
Hallelujah of the time as passed with the holy ghost
Only a fool can be fooled twine twice.

- Uthman Samad