Rap to Mars: Two Eyes for an Eye

By Dr. Oliver Akamnonu

Rap to Mars, a book of poetry, satire, and prose, attempts by words and art to dissect and sift through diverse aspects
of the life of man in his quest to assert himself as the king or queen of the universe. This is even in spite of mans
obvious lapses, frailties, and entrapment.
During the course of various attempts, sometimes, success smiles on man. But when failures present themselves,
arrogant and deceitful man refuses to accept his obvious limitations.
Often, in his ever-willing efforts to deceive the more gullible, man in his cowardice plays the monkey that uses the cats
paws to extract nuts from the fi re.
From a safe distance, the minion, man, details his more gullible fellow men to sacrifi ce themselves and others in silly
and assumed defense of the Almighty Maker. The martyr and suicide bomber along with their victims become the
willing and unwilling by-products
But even in spite of his sometimes comical shenanigans, man, who unsuccessfully plays the angel on Earth, remains
man and suffers or causes others to suffer the pains arising from a perpetual struggle between the good and the bad as
represented in Rap to Mars by Earths angels, suicide bombers, and whores.
At the end of the day, man, mere mortal man, still fi nds himself trapped in his self-imposed cocoon of a shanty or a
mansion. In the latter, man again plays the elitist parent of a lone child while the downtrodden fi nd their pleasure by
doggedly obeying the injunction of increase and multiply.
Rap to Mars is a mixed grill of fun, challenges, and what the evolving society was, what it is, and what it should fi ght
hard not to be.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jan 23, 2012
• ISBN: 9781469151281

Dr. Oliver Akamnonu

Oliver Akamnonu is a physician and author of the award-winning poetry book "Rap to Mars" as well as the highly popular book "Arranged Marriage and the Vanishing Roots".An anesthesiologist by specialization he has published more than 15 other prominent books in the USA and these include: "Nation of Dead Patriots", "Bature", "The Pagans' Medals", "The Honorable", "Comedy of Naked Vampires", etc. A former school captain of his high school Government Secondary School Afikpo, former State Chairman of the Nigerian Medical Association, former member of the Medical and Dental Council of Nigeria, member of the first Board of Federal Medical Center Owerri, decorated "Distinguished Medical Practitioner", Chairman Akamnonu Foundation for the Poor, Dr. Akamnonu is a dual citizen of the USA and Nigeria and is married to Dr. Chika Akamnonu and they have four children, Olisa, Chibu, Somto and Chuka. He lives in in Massachusetts USA.

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Rap to Mars

Two Eyes for an Eye

Dr. Oliver Akamnonu

Copyright © 2012 by Dr. Oliver Akamnonu.

Library of Congress Control Number:       2012900639

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1  The Knock, A Familiar Game

Chapter 2  A Necessary Change in Tune

Chapter 3  Keep an Eye on the Foe

Chapter 4  The Knock and the Tap as Mere Mixtures

Chapter 5  The Meek Shall Inherit a Scorched Earth

Chapter 6  The Politician and His Rewards

Chapter 7  The Devil at Dinner

Chapter 8  The Knock, the Call, and the Vote

Chapter 9  Ascendancy of The Weaker Sex

Chapter 10  One Man, One Vote; One Woman, Many Votes

Chapter 11  The Tap Beckons Again

Chapter 12  Journey to Paradise or the Gates of Hell

Chapter 13  The Suicide Bomber and the Drone

Chapter 14  The Rapper is in Power

Chapter 15  The Wish

Chapter 16  The Freedom to Murder

Chapter 17  The Hunted Becomes the Hunter

Chapter 18  The Truth is Bared

Epilogue

Rap to Mars is dedicated to this most wonderful woman in the world, the most adorable wife, a most caring mother for our children, a most dependable friend and colleague, my wife Chika.

Appreciation

I wish to appreciate and commend my very good friend Nwachukwu Nnoka, a great friend, architect, and author whose beautiful book of poetry Masque acted as a catalyst toward the completion of Rap to Mars.

Other books by the same author

• Suppers of Many Dishes Part 1

• Taste of the West

• The Gods Have Not Yet Spoken

• Bature

• Suppers of Many Dishes Part II

• Coming Late to America

• The Trial of Monogamy

• The Honorable

• Nation of Dead Patriots

• Earth’s Man of Color (coauthored with Prof. Ndu Eke)

• Soldier Ants of War (coauthored with Prof. Ndu Eke)

• Konganoga: Mauling the Polity

(coauthored with Prof. Ndu Eke)

• Arranged Marriage and the Vanishing Roots

• Comedy of Naked Vampires

• A Spot to Perch

The heat is on.

The heat has died down.

Where is the heat?

And where are the heated?

The devil is their king.

The devil is their servant.

Who is the devil?

And who are his followers?

A child is born

The child has grown up.

Where was the child born?

And what are his chances?

The child has matured

The child is a man

Where is the man?

And where is his jail?

Your vote is your power

And it’s power to the people

Where is your vote?

And what is its strength?

Knock hard at the door

And the door will be opened

Where is the door?

And who are the inmates?

The angel is a saint

And the saint is an angel

Where is the angel?

And where are his whores?

Let in the whores

Let them go to heaven

They have made amends on Earth

They all will go to heaven

Open whores are sinners, but they will go to Heaven

They have confessed their sins and made amends on Earth.

Secret whores are saints, but they will go to Hell

They have pretended to be good and received undeserved rewards on Earth.

Polygamy is the whipped boy that must not be allowed to cry in public

It is beaten in public but comforted in secret.

Monogamy is the saint that is a friend to all in public

It becomes a pariah and most men’s enemy in secret.

The rapper is a jolly good fellow

The rapper is a king

Where is the rapper

And will he rap to Mars?

CHAPTER 1

The Knock, A Familiar Game

Knock, knock, knock!

The news, the news! Give us the news!

Knock, knock, knock!

No news is good news

Knock, knock, knock

Any news is news, a Napoleon has fled!

Which Napoleon has fled:

The genuine or the fake?

Your Napoleon indeed, ours is fake

Mine or yours, which one is fake?

Theirs is fake, but mine is worse.

Theirs indeed is fake, but mine is on the run

Yours is standing, but his legs are wobbly

Yours may be trembling, but mine is sleeping

Asleep indeed he is, but mine is awake

Get on at it, yours is worse

Yours, indeed is worse, but mine is sleeping

Yours may be sleeping, but one eye is open

Knock, knock, knock, yours has awakened

Put him on the run, for mine is sleeping

Yes, indeed he is, but mine is cheating

Put yours on the run for mine is snoring

His snore is loud, and my ears are hurting

My ears are hurting but your lips are smiling!

Knock, knock, knock, the sun is setting

When the sun sets, mine is back to sleep

Knock, knock, knock, the sleep is pretense

Put him under the hatchet for the sleep to be eternal

Knock, knock, knock, no sleep is eternal

An eternal sleep is in vogue and is best for a tyrant

Knock, knock, knock, the bloke is awake

He is awake indeed, and he will hear my whispers

Knock, knock, knock, the tyrant hears my whispers

And when he hears my whispers, my head may be chopped

Knock, knock, knock, my shoulder is hurting

My head is on my shoulder, but yours may soon be missing

Knock, knock, knock, your mind is missing

Your mind is missing and your eyes are dim

Knock, knock, knock, why can’t you see,

Why can’t you hear that your Napoleon is a robber?

Knock, knock, knock, my Napoleon, a robber?

A robber of your resources, but your resolve is weak

Knock, knock, knock, your heart is faint

Your hands are strong, but your heart is faint.

Knock, knock, knock, strengthen up your muscles!

Strengthen up your muscles for your resolve to be through.

Knock, knock, knock, the night has come.

The night has come, but the day will follow

The light will shine, but on those with resolve.

Yes, it will shine but only for the strong

Knock, knock, knock, the message has been sent.

The message has been sent but to those with ears.

Knock, knock, knock, and for those without ears?

Those without ears will head for the gallows

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Freedom is for the strong

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Knock, knock, knock, and what of the weak?

The weak will be selected against and their tribe will perish

Knock, knock, knock, is Charles Darwin in the picture

Darwin must be right for freedom is for the strong.

Knock, knock, knock, grab now your freedom

Freedom may be free, but the gift is for the strong.

Knock, knock, knock, the strength is in you

The strength is in you, but your resolve is weak.

Knock, knock, knock, the world is watching

The world is watching and your actions are on the web.

Knock, knock, knock, the web is for freedom

The web is for freedom, but the message is for the seeing.

Knock, knock, knock, the message is free

The message may be free, but the audience must be enticed.

Knock, knock, knock, the audience are rappers

The audience are rappers, but they still must be enticed

Knock, knock, knock, the audience must be enticed

The audience must be enticed and your actions must be inviting.

Knock, knock, knock, the actions must be sweet,

Sweet actions these are, but only for the strong.

Knock, knock, knock, sweet actions are here

The lionhearted are needed, but they don’t have to be lions.

Knock, knock, knock, wake up the lions

The lion is in you, only you have been dumb.

Knock, knock, knock, stir up your anger

Your anger is the lion, all you need is a stirrer

Knock, knock, knock, the stirrer is in you

The stirrer is injustice, and it’s already seen by you.

Knock, knock, knock, injustice is already here,

It is already here and the world is a witness.

Knock, knock, knock, the world is the jury

The world is the jury, but she still vacillates.

Knock, knock, knock, you wait on the world

You wait on the world, then you wait forever

Knock, knock, knock, the world is for the strong

The world is for the strong and the weak are but puppets

Knock, knock, knock, the world loathes justice

The world is for injustice or your mind is in denial

Knock, knock, knock, your mind must be dreaming

Your mind must be dreaming to be asking for justice

Knock, knock, knock, where is the injustice?

Where is the injustice, then your mind is a liar

Knock, knock, knock, your mind is partial

Your mind is partial, and you say you have no sin.

Knock, knock, knock, you say you have no sin

If you say you have no sin, then your mind is a liar.

Knock, knock, knock, the world mocks your mind,

The world mocks your mind, for your mind is a joker.

Knock, knock, knock; show me the lie!

Show me the lie, or your being is a liar.

Knock, knock, knock, the lie is in your lips

The lie is in your lips and you have uttered it to the world.

Knock, knock, knock, your lies hold you hostage

Your lies hold you hostage, and your being is in bondage

Knock, knock, knock; a prisoner of lies,

A prisoner of lies masquerading as a saint.

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Knock, knock, knock, my men are watching,

My men are watching but yours are armed.

Knock, knock, knock, the onus is on you,

The onus is on you to show me you are genuine.

Knock, knock, knock, is there no time to ponder?

There is no time to ponder, for my men are angry.

Knock, knock, knock, my men too are angry

My men are angry and the gallows are hungry.

Knock, knock, knock, you test my patience

You test