Social Justice Poetry

Oladimeji Luqman (Sanguine)

A Neuter Nation | A Social Justice Poem by Oladimeji Luqman (Sanguine)

But there is a name we can earn a child
Born with the fluidic cells of deceit.
He is a body of knitted brows
That has grown into piqued poetry.
He could be called a neuter nation
Whose identity and intuition is drowned in an eddy of putrid
polity,
That its history becomes only a loud hiss of story!
I welcome a vacancy into the homes of some two;
You that sit on the lounger of power
Upholstered with selfishness and carelessness,
You become the best pronunciation of wickedness.
Are you still not pleased with the nakedness you wrap
around your nation?
Friend, you are red.
You hold a colony of anger, which you cannot lead,
And hope in you is a burning wick of lifelessness.
Would you clothe, first, the nation in your home,
And blot your anger with active participation?
Move with the strong beat of governance.
Or does it not take two, still, to tango?

Abyss of Ruins | A Social Justice Poem by Oladimeji Luqman (Sanguine)

I felt a ring of yells
Rolling elegiacally in my head,
Itching my palms and soles;
I want to fly away.
I felt the cadence gather on my forehead
Each time the tempo rises,
And my sweat strolls again to my chin,
And I want to stop it, fly away;
From the heat of depression that trammel
My gait from gaiety.
But each time I roll my body out of my head
To steal into vacancy,
I roll instead into the abyss of ruins.
I get stuck in the debris of discrimination
Derived from diverse distinctions.
And my body reeks of foul oppressions therein.
The abyss runs deeper.
Dug by the filthy hands of painful retrospect;
The scenes of horror painted with the colours of our skins.
And I’m pricked by what I wear under these clothes;
I’m black, even in tongue.
I feel a ring of yells still;
Races racing into this abyss,
Causing the world yet another death.
And I want to fly away. Away!