Oyile Javan

High like a tornado Wishing my expensive thoughts Calm down like Wall Street After the 2008 bubble Crazy for success Like a Mustang auctioned Out of recession Am still a wild horse Untamable yet too sassy To belong to the streets People call me names 'Cept my emotions darker than a hobbit's hair Betting my hopes on this gambit called life Smoking each day a joint Hopping a new strain will arise From the ashes of the darkest nights Ushering in White knights in every shape and form Of brighter days yet to come.

 You come to my home Impose your religion Call my culture backward Condemn my children to slavery And our women to servitude Yet now you have the guts To appropriate epithets of my language Hakuna matata,bodaboda,simba... The list is long With no shame Now they are yours You forgot they were once Backward The nerve Your inconsistent decisions Cannot be questioned Coz afterall whenever you immigrate to Africa You are an expert Woe unto me if I came to your Land of milk and honey I'll be labelled,an immigrant Upon arrival And treated like a piece of shit Yet here I put you on a pedestal Like a trophy wife Not a mistake though Coz you major in trophy hunting.

 Guns and kids What should come first? Kids obviously Politicians,policy and donations What should come first? Policy obviously But this theatre of the absurd Keeps on regurgitating Evil acts of murder on innocent souls Greed exterminating an entire generation Socrates took the hemlock Cause of ideals Yet the political class of yore Is still the same Zero ideals 100% donations  Congress sold to the highest bidder When will all this end?