Category: Poems

Slavery

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And daily the human problem grows deeper
The slavery stretch wider
Idea, vision is burnt before me like a paper.
It’s crazy, slavery.

It has become so obvious
That I as a poor man
Will find it tough and rough to reach that destination
That I as a rich man
Will forever be happy
When I choke people’s dream
Just to buy fame, it’s a shame
It tames
No gain, but pain.

I keep asking myself
What is my purpose?
Am I So close?
For as a human
My freedom is ranked in the kingdom
Is it then my fault?
To abide with this default thing, slavery
Stop blaming me
The world has taught me
The mentality to compete and not share
The ideology that to be better you need to defeat or you will miss your feet
The demonstration to be selfish and live without showing care
I have become a robot
bred to dare and not share
Slavery, it’s crazy

Does it make me better
If I continue to live selfishly
Have I found joy?
Am I satisfied?
I the enemy of my race
I criticize, analyze
Thinking it is my purpose.
World! What have we become
Are we better with this?

Blimey! It’s not over yet
Slavery should not be our thing
Neither rivalry
Let’s live in love
And build up
This is what make us humans.

Author note:
” Slavery in this context means that every person born into this world has a role, a contribution to make and this individual contributions has an impact on our lives in general. Therefore, when a person’s life lacks the opportunities needed to make its contributions, we all suffer for it – we are all enslaved by it (the inability of individual expression). Love is the key, God is love”

Jesus be REAL!

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Pour me a drink He said.

I ain’t got time for y’all Jews she said.

Oops if I were you I’d be asking me for a drink He said.

Now there you go thinking you’re better off than our fathers she said.

Well I got water that  will give them water-well companies a run for their money He said.

Oh really? She exclaimed Well can I get some? She asked.

Go call your boo He said.

What you all up in my business for? I ain’t got none She said.

You are correct cos you’ve had 5 and the one you’re with ain’t yours He said calmly.

What the? You must be prophet! Can I holla at you for a Moment?  We have church at the mountain cathedral but y’all Jews and the like say we all have to get to Jerusalem before we can have church. What’s up with that? She asked.

I’m gonna be real with you, God is done with all them physical locations. These days, any man that wants to worship can do so wherever he is in spirit and in truth.  and that’s what’s up. He said

 

  • Ezeonyeka Godswill (2017)

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Love Would

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Love would bring you before a garden

Fill your nostrils with scents of wild flowers,

Knock out your reasoning…

Then put you in prison.
Love would make you see tomorrow,

Blindfold you against today,

And the little dry leaves you place before fire

Get you animated

Then disgrace you as an animal before people you never met.
Love will be your solace,

When the whole race crown you a sinner,

Deprives you the freedom to love,

Yet claim they belong to the kingdom of love

We The Thomas

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​We look beyond the curtain of logic

Certain that faith is the answer we seek…

We, who once reeked of depravity;

The ultimate gravity that governed us.


We listen to their testimony of victory

From the damnation we all once wore;

Our long lost core — sons of disobedience

Our grand patrons…

He heard of the call to come and

Drink freely from life giving water

The identity that our belly now carried…

We became little Thomas;

Come as you are we see as a deception…

We came and still doubted,

Denied the life we received more than Peter

We litter this new haven with perdition story…


But He waits still to clear our head

Of the effect the drug we bought from Lucy’s store years back

And open our eyes to the beauty we are

Which words fall short of

UNMASKED by Kingsley Ohakwe

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He feeds strength to my vigourating weakness

And light to my luminating darkness

Feeds my worry filled organs with humour

Shielded in his grace, he is my unseen armour

Defiled laws to keep me undefiled

Defined laws which were undefined

Brings the gold out of this dust, to no longer keep me unrefined.

Fed salvation unclad

The road to my mansion is untarred

Though the devil seems undeterred

The flames in hell do not retard

Mountains wax down in his presence

The whole living still can’t comprehend his ominipresence

Sole being in history that has the remote to the future and present

Souls living in misery, he took out of dark corners where the smell is loud and pungent;

With evil as its paints

Placing them on a cloud of scent

Sing with the crowd of saints.

He kept my fears under my pillow, thats why they are suffocated before I wake

The earth may quake

But the hymen of his word knows no break

A life staked for billions sake

A stripe healed more than a billion mistake

Into skin, himself he baked

Our sins he raked, caked and  devoured

Beside the Almighty in heaven, was his to take.

BEYOND WHAT YOU SEE

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I have never been comfortable with the idea of being just fine…

Of putting on plastic smiles and shaded eyes that hide the painful truth that this is the life I am travailing through

Of repeatedly saying fine to this one question to dam the waters of pain trying to burst its way through the facade, the false ads, damn it all to hell, these three word courtesy is hell to my ears.

Nobody cares, nobody listens, nobody’s there, why break a glisten? Listen!

Listen to my heart giving my ribs a beating and hear my eyes scream with every pound and every pound just in time to remind me, I’m still alive, still alone, my face still with that smile and the world still idly moving along.

Break in, break in to my thoughts and tell me its going to be okay, that I can take these turns, that I can fight these wars, that I can act all I want and you will still know when all I just need is a hug.

I know it is dark around you too but I hear a candle looses nothing in lighting another…

Just look around you I’m there, reach for me, I am near, you could be my hakuna matata, if you would only look beyond what you see, you could be my hakuna matata if you would only see beyond my mascara.

You know you are right about me, I’m just a selfish, ignorant cry baby with a low self esteem complex but if the world was filled with only people like you, is that all I’d ever be?

You say God is love but how am I to believe this if you don’t let me see Him in you, if you don’t let me see His love through you?

So yes I am not fine, don’t be asking me how I am if you are not prepared to listen for the truth through my lips or otherwise. Just know this, you might be my last chance at seeing the light. I just hope I don’t die in the dark. I just hope I don’t die in the dark!

LET YOUR LIGHT SHINE!

By Ezeonyeka Godswill

When Love Leads…

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The Evil In The Heart Of Men Flee
The Wounds That Caused Me Nothing But Pain And Shame Would Surely Heal
My Smile I Would At Last Regain
The Stone That Lies Deep Down My Chest At The Centre Of My Rib Cage Would Soften
And A Heart Full Of Love Would Arise And Become Flesh
Our Mothers Would No Longer Desire To Set Their Homes On Fire
And Our Fathers Would Realise Why They Should Adore Their Wives
Instead Of Chasing Them With Knifes
When True Love Leads
Hatred Would No Longer Be Seen
Lust Would Now Be Regarded As Nothing Else But Sin
Wars! Crisis! Chaos!
Would Be Placed Under Our Foot
We Would No Longer Run For Our Dear Lives
Our Children Won’t Be Afraid To Picture Their Future In The Stars
Dreams! Goals! Ambitions!
Won’t Be Stepped Upon By Bourgeois’s Right Before Our Very Eyes.
When Love Leads!
God Leads!

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Princess Pirinye

Everyday Jesus – Sunday (A poem)

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Hello sunday
So soon
Here you are again
You evade our hearts
With some kind of feeling
“Go to church”

Blimey, sunday
A little observation
Men! Yes human beings
Most of them aren’t sincere
Whenever they see you
They adjust, and re-adjust to be called the just.
We are pretenders, offenders
We carry the bible on your evasion
Just to claim timed salvation
Poor decision, poor innovation

Listen sunday
There is a lot going on
Disgusting things.
On sunday, is when my fellas will carry their bible to read
Or even loud their stereo, listening to christian songs
Or even raise their voices, singing to be noticed.
O sunday, what have you brought on us?

Sunday, maybe I am the one getting this tough, so rough
Maybe it is not your fault
It is a default thing
Men invented it
We allowed the busy scene of life to get us carried away
Or you caused it?
Nooooo, not you
Nooooo, Not us
Ooooooooooooohhh!
I think it’s us
We are lazy
Lazy to face the facts
Enemies of ourselves
We are always carried away
Away, like a sheep.

Sunday, maybe it is not us
Maybe it is us…
Sunday, it is us…

 

By the Alchemist