Joshua King's Free Press

Facebook, facebook, facebook So much ado about this book My status is updated please look Your time and my time it took You find its addicts in every nook Most of them forget their food to cook with posts that shout I'm such a mook The site that puts us on the hook We all love the it the facebook We need to stay in touch and find our buddies from long ago We bent so low even into a crouch and sometimes we had to let go there are many ways like such and such to find friends and say hello but none equals facebook that much you can express yourself high or mellow Enter facebook the new way to keep in touch We barely have time to face book cause we spend so much time on facebook you have forgotten how to move our rook and we show off to everyone our new look hi, are you on facebook that's the way to get the new hook it's never as quiet as a brook but ever ready to let in more gook oh facebook, facebook, facebook!

Most men will right now approve and in a few moments disapprove In one hour celebrate and the next they meditate Do not search for answers in the woods cause it's all in our moods They are tutored and cultured but at one time they killed and captured It's all in the mood To do evil or do good There's a mood to do it right and another that says not tonight In one mood full of excitement, I love you in another full of resentment, to hell with you Days ago she said...Josh you're the best These days she says he's just like the rest Then it was Inamarato, my heart and my king now, curses, death wishes and abuses all unfitting for a king In case you were wondering I want you to get off the mood so bothering This is just how men have fared In their moods they have bragged and erred Do not search for answers in the woods Cause mans acts is all in his moods

The day draws longer and the nights are never long enough to rest Our calmness wears out while our people live worse than birds in a nest Nothing works, even our national teams now play without zest The day draws nigh and I hope it will begin now the much awaited tempest. This is Nigeria but not the Nigeria we dream of and hope for A few loot with impunity, their cronies feed leaving the rest of us done for So much talk and more talk, so much and too many promises we wait for We have seen it yet we have done nothing cause we believe it has happened before But for how long shall we continue to endure, suffering and smiling How long shall our children be made orphans while theirs in Europe and America are touring How long shall we celebrate fear, Nigeria's call to obey we are ever refusing No one ever imagined or dreamt a castle up without first rising to do the building We must throw our indifference away for with great challenge comes greater might We must ignore our fears, despise...