My DEFIANCE of Compliance...
Is A... Poetic Science... !!!

So REJECTS TYRANTS...
Who Seem To Be Reliant...
On Embracing VIOLENCE... !!!

Instead of Environments...
Where PEACE And SILENCE...
Deal In... KINDNESS... !!!

My Defiance Rides...
With The Type of Vibes...
Where Poetic Lines...
Work With Bass Lines...
Where Compliance DIES... !!!

My Defiance Is NICE... !!!
When It Comes To Writing Rhymes
Where The TRUTH Is Outlined... !!!
And Words For The WISE... !!!
Are Those I've Designed... !!!

That DEFY What’s TRITE...
But Instead Shed LIGHT...
On Humanity’s FIGHT...
Against Compliant Guys...
Who Wear Suits And Ties... !!!

That’s Right The Type...
Who DEFY What’s RIGHT... ?!?

Because Their DEFIANCE...
of Encouraging BRIGHTNESS...
Makes DARKNESS SHINE... !!!
Into The EYES And YES The Minds...
of Those Who TRY To Yes DEFY...

Compliant Wives...

When ABUSE Is What Rides...
In Husbands Inviting...
A World of Black Eyes... !!!

I... INVITE Them...
To Be... BETTER Men... !!
And To Show MORE RESPECT...
To Their Women... !!!

You See MY DEFIANCE Is ONLY Violent...
In Rhymes I Write That... EXORCISE...
Like Religious Guys Whose Collars Are White... !!!

But I ALSO DEFY... !!!
Religious PAEDOPHILES... !!!
And Do Wonder WHY......
They ABUSE YOUNG CHILD... !!!

So Sometimes SUICIDE...
Deals In DEFIANCE...
of Being COMPLIANT...
With A PAIN FILLED LIFE... !!!

So These Days I Find...
That Suicide Complies...
With How I Feel INSIDE... !!!

And Now Believe...
That It ISN’T As WEAK...
As Is Suggested In Speech...
By Those Who COMPLY...
With The Life That’s Now Seen...
In Our... Societies...

That’s Right GLOBALLY... !!!

Where It Seems That A VIRUS...
And The FEAR of DISEASE... !!!
Is Breeding COMPLIANCE...
That Now SADLY WREAKS...
of A LUST For MONEY... !!!
And Compliance That Breeds...
A... NEW SLAVERY... !!!

That Now DESTROYS Dreams...
of Humanity TRULY... Being Free... !!!

of... Political FIENDS...
Who Feed FALLACIES...
Through Presidencies... !!!

And YES Some Poetry...
That Now Leaves Me Feeling...
As If Some Are REELING...

From Reliance DEFIANT...
of... NONCOMPLIANCE... !?!

With The Type Of Teams...
Who Feed FALSE Beliefs... !!!

It's A SAD INDICTMENT...
of How MANY Now Be... !!!

While I'm A Verse LION...
Whose Words Breed Verse RIOTS...
Just Like That Group CYPRESS...

... Know What I Mean... !!!

Through Concertos Seen That Musically...
Are Those That TRIUMPH...
Because of The NICENESS...
of Their Melodies...
And Hip Hop Type Beats... !!!

That Allow TOP Emcees...
To Be VOCALLY FREE... !!!
And To Deal In FREE SPEECH... !!!

Like This Poetic Piece...
of... DEFIANT Verse...
From ME YES... BIG VIRGE... !!!

... A DEFIANT Breed...

Who REFUSES To Feed...
Like These VAMPIRIC Breeds... !!!
That Count Drac’ DOESN’T See... !!!

My DEFIANCE LEADS... !!!
So Does NOT Concede...
To Following Sheep... !!

Or Those Who Are Meek...
When It Comes To Police...
Or New CANCEL Armies...
On... Internet Feeds...
And YES In The Streets... !!!

My Defiance Believes...
That What We REALLY NEED...
Is To Now Work TOGETHER...
To...... REMOVE MP’s...... !!!

Congressman And The Chiefs...
Who Define PRETENDERS...
Who Form POLICIES...
That... Do NOT BETTER... !!!

But ENABLE Them...
To Utilise Systems And Judiciaries...
Pretty Much HOW THEY PLEASE... !?!

So... Now You All See...
My Defiance Runs DEEP...

So... Touches Psyches...
of Those Who Are RIGHTEOUS...

So... DO NOT FEAR REALITY...

OKAY So THAT Line...
Means That It’s About Time...
To END This Piece of Poetry...

Cos' It’s Time For RETIREMENT...
of The Type of Environments...
That DEMAND COMPLIANCE... !!!

So My Final Words of Poetic Verse...
That I HOPE You’ll OBSERVE...

Those of You Who Have Read...
This DEFIANT Poem... !!!
That Makes THIS REQUEST...

Folks PLEASE USE Your HEADS...
And... DEFY Systems...
That Are Those Being Lead..
By CORRUPT Governments...
That Cause Us PROBLEMS... !!!

That Give Them And Their ******...
... A WHOLE LOT MORE...
Than The Masses And HOARDS...
Who CLEARLY Get LESS...
Than Their DEVIOUS Friends... !!!
Who Want Your COMPLIANCE...

And Form An ALLIANCE...

That's STRONG And SHOWS …
These Leaders And TYRANTS...

UNITY And......

... “ DEFIANCE “...

It seems a silly, foolish thing: obscure
abstracted expectations heeded sure.
However, comfort found or shred in thread,
defiance! Liberation for the dead
to overthrow, reject, deny decrees
imposed from fears that freedom means disease.
Because it chokes, barbed-wire laceration
began with shouts of divine damnation,
outpours a strangled, blood-laced river with
no end—laws unaware of gender’s myth.

To them, I am a thing one can acquire.
Behind eyes worn,  I tire— Oh! How I tire
of worth and value foisted most unjust.
Disgust conceals (reveals) clandestine lust;
they loved (and also often hated) me
for what I am and what I never will be.

I close my eyes because
I want to sleep through the darkest nights
Of December,
Sink into the depths of my consciousness
Who doesn’t remember
The events of earlier today.

They’re trying to **** me.

Polluted my mind,
Body
And soul.
Left me to rot, freezing
In the bitter cold.

Poisoned me with pure
Lies and deception.
Almost made me believe there is
No solution.
Almost made me believe I
Have no power in this situation.
So yes,
I should cancel my endeavours?
And wait until the damages are reversed?
So yes,
I should stay inside and
Keep my head down
Staring into the
Darkest glowing light
And get ****** into an abyss and miss
On what it truly means to be free?

You almost made me believe it.

I close my eyes in hope of a reset.
I worry if my future will be plagued
By regret.

The soul of my civilisation is infested
With worms and centipedes from the root.
My generation have been bent, burned
And broken into submission.
My elderly in ambivalence die neglected
In isolation,
My needy bite their lip in frustration
Because yet again they have to get
Used to a new brand of corruption.

And we stay silent and lower our heads
And keep our tails between our legs
And say “yes do whatever you please”
And hope that finally they have
Our best interest?

Is this madness?

This is a form of sick, twisted art,
But when did this level of manipulation
Even start?

And there comes a point where
I have to ask myself:
In all this mess,
What is my part?

The tables have turned,
The ties that bind,
Were twisted and torn to shreds.
Up came the heat
Through the cracks in the streets
Red from the bankers we've bled.
Steeped in tradition our teeth are all missing. We drink from  Belly of the beast.

In the streets of Delhi advertised on every sign,
Is the British army’s need for you to buy buy buy.
It may cost your turban, your home your family, and the worn clothes.
But it’s for the greater good right? of the empire of them ‘s and those.

When you pass the gender and notice his cracked lips,
And coughing and dying son,
You feel sympathy as you would for anyone.
But you can parch him as your son cant starve too,
And that’s just the law of the untouchable that are below you.

Despite your status being not much better,
You walk a stranger to their leering eyes,
As you were the clean white sashes and ties,
But they don’t realise the shackles you are also in.
As the phrase goes that you see on all the ads.

“You can’t make your own confections,
You can’t save your own possessions,
You can’t even built out of your own wood,
Because for the good of the empire of the greater good,
You will serve to pay the fees that are higher than you can afford to do.”

When you think of that as you walk these deep streets you can’t help walking in a way of shame,
As you know you can’t blame these overlords,
But the submissions and laws of old,
That they stole and now uphold.
Never to be loss of my shackles,
I pass these streets, and go on to Mumbai for the next delivery meet.

I came down twice today dancing on the edge of a sun ray smiling higher and wider than the sky upon a sunday. I was warm like summer sun as I ran streaming through the night high upon a horse they called him piercing light.
We danced along the winding Trail searching for the sea.
Bounding through the Morning Light tasting the salty Breeze.
I met a strange old friend down there along the sandy beach wandering through the morning surf staring at his feet.
He invited me to his home a beautiful beach abode.
Offered me a Drink of wine and a toadstool that he'd grown.
I ate the cap took a drink followed him on down.
He stole my face and sung a song there was laughing all around.
He pulled his guitar strummed along  said it was the solution.
grew a grin upon his face and named it revolution.
He belted on about a day when we could find that space a little bit of Ambience to call my sweet relief.
He claimed that he knew a way to live a life in peace.
Pull the plug and disconnect no relying on the Beast.
We must sail away from here from the shores we know take a trip on past the waves beyond the ebb and flow.
Danger dancing on the Bow we mustn't turn the ship impale the evil through the heart as fire burns with left.
These ****** old evil doers will be the death of us all.
If we don't take a stand and fight until they fall.

The country is in  limbo
While the rulers stand with hands akimbo
And many citizens are confused like bingo.

There's need for we citizens to make hay
Now it's day
So we can have a say
And live not in dismay.

Today, in our nation
It seems corruption
Is now the option.

We must take an action
To stop this stagnation
From messing up our civilization.

Can someone lead us in a direction
that can get our nation
Out of this cloudy confusion?

From my observation
Many are in frustration
And have taken the situation
As their final conclusion.

I make a confession
That I see a counter motion
That will shatter the ugly configuration
And lead us into positive progression
In this nation

Can you do same visualization
And make positive confession
So that with inspiration, aspiration and perspiration
We redeem the image and glory of this nation?

© Ifeanyi Enoch Onuoha

Desolate land,
Grasses once green, trees stood taller,
Empty streets, bereaved seas.

Once full of men ambitious,
Dreamers of better futures,
Seeing beyond horizons.

Desolate land,
Consumed inhabitants,
Cries for freedom,
Her children created the havoc,
Her soldiers bore the ruins.

Desolate land,
Once home to many,
High walls,
Guarded cities.

Now the streets are empty,
The wind hollers a dreary tune,
Life existing, in quiet resonance

What went wrong?

The earth swallowed up her children,
For they did not err to the warnings of mother nature, seeing the but signs looking away,
I hate to be the one who speaks of  such doom.

Alas! A man is found,
Torn and beaten yet surviving,
Surely all wasn't lost in the end.

Desolate land revived again,
What seemed like destruction,
Was man's preservation.