Good and Right.... Are you still having a conflicting mind about what is good and what's right....

Good and Right
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 It's good and so right
I feel good as I always feel right
do you feel bad that I'm good
or you think I'm wrong saying I'm right.
Many a time,
the good we know are somehow bad
and what we think are right
were actually the wrong things
but it's not always confusing
the confused one is the direct mixing
between what is good and what is right.
If it's not so good it's not rightful
or if it's not okay it's not so good.

 Mamy Suah was an activist
a lady warrior, an amazon
when sun was bright in the day
she worked as a contract maid
likewise at night, her skills were amazing
she go for the rich and loot their riches
and gift to the poor, the downtroded lot.
The poor praises her as their lord
and the rich will at all cost subject her to law wrath.
They're dying to see the face
being concealed under the evil's veil
but nay, they wouldn't dare, they failed
consistently until a day,
when a bullet on her shoulder grazed.
Morning came,
they had expected a wounded gay
overlooking the power of a gal as frail.

Therefore,
her service was strifing for the right
of the poor all in a bad way
in the process of the fight
she would've wounded many a saint
seeming innocent and the guilty
as it got all bad in war
what if a knife dashed her way
thrown by a kid striving for longer days
she'll absolutely defends her prowess
or what you might call martial integrity.
Many will call her bad,
she stole, she fought, bad habits
eventually, we can say
she was right but not good
a mentee of Robin Hood.

 Senator John Bull third tenure in the house
our dry constituency will grow no more senators
as we continue watering SJB for another term
his seed were pure, they yielded nutrients and not shaft
we're satisfied, we want no more plants.
SJB was a largeese they'll say
as if no more generous people in our days
he do come once in a month, and money he shall spray
elegantly out of his compressor engined car
arise always above the roof to sit on the panel
and in bales sprayed currencies, in dollars and heavy nairas.

 Everyone would hail him
fighting our way to grab some money
roads he wont do, electricity is scary
water supply has been a shortage too
faculties of facilities lack working tools
how in life would our constituency move
if your money would feed our day hunger
will it survived we and our offsprings to come by?.
A charity by you today
can't even last tomorrow's wake
you did nice and fine; they say
but your attitude may mar our way
trying to make a day, when so early we braced.

SJB did slaughtered our rights
wittingly with power, he sanded our rice
many blindly won't see, they're still in their nights
we all own the dough for our helm to rise
our certificate are worthless as future seems blight
yet with potential we struggle to see the light
oh! A must my life be painted in bright
SJB deceives us with white flashes of lies
though to many he was good but was never right.
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wizard calidad
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