Poetry

Nektarios Markogiannis/UN photo

By

Vasily Mikhailovich Doestovski

Kwarapsan (Corruption)

See…

I wonder

When our politricksians

And the so called legislathiefs

will stop their judisharing.

They,

With tongues laced with honey

promised us change

And yet they still fail

To change the change

Our naira,

Has now fallen

like it was hit by a boxer

And is busy licking the canvas

with head hung in shame

See…

I have to stop here,

And stop laying blame

For

I

Am

Corrupt

Too.

Many Rivers To Cross

I’ve got

many i’s to dot

many rivers to cross

and t’s to cross.

Yesterday, I ringed death,

begging him to take me from the face of mother Earth.

He never came.

He could’ve done a perfect job… shame!

Like a sex starved hooker, the knife had beckoned to me

with a sultry look to go for the kill.

Many a times, I’ve looked up to the noose,

many a times, I’ve looked at the life I’d lose.

I fooled myself, hiding my sorrows

behind smiles so fake, even my heart knows.

See, my joy never came in the morning,

Every second that passes leaves my heart in mourning.

Smile, for I’ve faced my fears,

I’ve got life to last many years

but i still got many rivers to cross

and I can’t even find my oars

Vasily Mikhailovich Doestovski

Asamoah-Ojugbana Jeffrey is a young poet of Ghanaian-Nigerian descent who writes under the pseudonym Vasily Mikhailovich Doestovski.