POEM: "Hello, Honorable-sir"

Ghana's EC Chairperson Charlotte Osei and Kennedy Agyapong, MP.

Here we go again; the rants of a vile male chauvinist
who dares talk down womanhood
only to give evidence he's a male supremacist--
your misogynistic-self cast doubt on your manhood.
Unfortunately your "Rambo" needs are entrenched by this patriarchal society
with your lots who far too often are
silent or scared to jab your frivolous insanity.


You sick bully!
Your shenanigans are but vastly folly
and I suggest you get a grip of your self, you're almost an island--
even your puppets with a finger
or two in your mouth would rather take a chance and risk a bite than stand
with a man with everything but wit.
Sadly you clones who are everything misfit
with such horrid auric
are the ones who continue to spew toxic
into bright futures far better than yours--


Too bad somewhere today a girl or woman
with a hard earned position faces sexist remarks

worse, from a fellow girl or woman.
So while we all are at it, people of courage and will 

must take chances, starting from our homes and schools 

were much of these are deeply rooted --
deal with this rooted cancer with all the needed tools
else we risk darker times than this.
Beyond the rhetoric we must take action
not forgetting our failure to act is but an action.


So, 'honorable',
you have failed the many men and  women who think you are adorable
who likewise want to be called honorable--
your likes are not found in today's well stationed societies--
far lost in those long gone primitive centuries.

Source: cmcghana.blogspot.com/Crabbe Nathaniel.

"Life after Life"

Life after Life!

The journey of life can be bitter

embittering even the purest souls--

stripping them of their remaining tattered pride,

causing some to backslide

from their quest to live better

above a million foul

yet that is no excuse

Tick tock, tick tock, times' riding a chariot unamused

while some fatten themselves for worms

somehow life would come to an end--on the other side many sons

of men are crying a river,

they would not be comforted

by thousand words sugared

to make what is sour sweet:

not when they're pain is beyond

the rich man who's fate was hell--

not a drop of water from Lazarus' side:

their supplications are made void

Perhaps your fate would be in glory

either ways it would be after this life

else why would a man toil in this life 

and later rob himself of eternity

with the Maker: that would be a pity

at the least worse above folly

Poet: Crabbe Nathaniel.