HE WET SEASON HAS BEEN FAITHFUL

HE WET SEASON HAS BEEN FAITHFUL
The sun glows in her brightness
Coating the world with gladness
In her forehead reigns goodness
As the banners of righteousness
The wet season has been faithful
Few drops of the rains look joyful
Like the rays beaded so beautiful
With kind hearts tagged bountiful
The earth has the moon to blame
As terror roams amidst the flame
Purified truths my vow to reclaim
A purifying allegiance to proclaim
Terrorists sow the vicious beavers
In the odd testicles of the weavers
As they threaten the world shivers
Casting tomorrows onto the divers
BORN WITHOUT THE SWORD
All I can see
Beyond the sea
Is the golden seal
Born out of pure seal
Here is a pair
The sun as pear
Hails his night peer
With the blazing spear
Tears run dry
As the babies cry
No more tears to fry
As sweet butterflies fly
In an old world
Blood is the ward
Here is the new word
Born without the sword
WOMEN ARE THE LIFE CYCLES
They are like the pride of lions
Roaring to kit the dying forest
And the games in their throats
Playing the solemnest organs
The women emerge in colours
Like the energetic super eagles
Reigning supreme in the storm
With the clouds for their gowns
They are like the moonlighters
Keeping darkness for dustbins
As the pointed rays of the suns
Conducting the births of favour
The women are the life circles
Structuring the golden thrones
The potent crown on the kings
Seasoning their brighter courts
The innumerable stars at night
And the dews for the mornings
Drunken from your love barrels
Call the skies together in style