AFRICA IS A POEM

AFRICA IS A POEM IS AUTHORED BY EZEH UGOCHUKWU


 
                   UNIVERSAL SHOUT

> >   Third world war is feared.
> >   Ending of the world is feared.
                        Unnamed disease is feared,
> >         Sudden death is feared.
> >   New discovery is found,
> >   Dangerous Scientific method found
> >         World powers don’t agree
> >         And little world doesn’t agree.
> >   Conference for peace is called,
> >   Then and Now, set of pieces are called.
> >         Universal difference form of money
> >         Beauty and ugly sold, ‘cos of money.
> >   Green house effect, dangerous to mankind,
> >   Man to man weapon is against mankind.
> >         Universal shout goes on,
> >         Bible revelation is pretty on.
> >        


                         RELIGION

> > Man starter,
> >   Mysteries not yet reveal,
> >   Spreading in cold and hot thought.
> >   Completely, you change beings
> >   Warm hands on us,
> >   ‘Cos doubting Thomas doubt no more.
> >   Much time and more money spent,
> >   Yet sins call for sinners.
> >   Little by little step, with time
> >   Over size step is created.
> >   To find why, is an unbeliever,
> >   Best salvation is tagged.
> >   How well initiators know, Religion.
> >   Money talks and power moves, Religion.
> >   All are gods and fool-wise men, Religion.
> >   But ALLAH is silent, WHY RELIGION?


> >         THE TRUTH 

> >   The only truth in us,
> >   The cry of new born child.
> >   The child is told to learn right,
> >   Conditions bent him to learn wrong.
> >         Truth said to be saved,
> >         End up in blind and jail.
> >         Liars enjoy beautiful frontage,
> >         Truth victims breathe behind.
> >   Vowed not to say the truth again.
> >   Vowed to be a known liar.
> >   Vowed to work with smiling idiots.
> >   But my truth blood refused.
> >         End in grand respect.
> >         End with soul happiness.
> >   End with unique epitaph.
> >   End in God’s kingdom.


> >   I WANT TO BE ALL

> >   Childish thoughts
> > Confusion things to operate with.
> >   Chosen is the master of the heart.
> >   Height of the heat, hit the hated heart
> >   Just to be all, lost all.
> >   I wonder where to start again.
> >   Every thing I want to do in a second,
> >   Just to have all titles and names,
> >   Forgetting my blood and flesh.
> >   My all doesn’t know his name
> >   All happiness in one lane
> >   Fast and steady with Mr All
> >   Have all and know nothing
> >   The day I have all, the day I die.


                  MYSELF IN HELL

> > Round of Applause!
> > Just ‘cos I have fallen totally,
> >   Very sharp knife on my neck,
> >   Angry mob awaits impatiently.
> >   Cold feet I look upon.
> >   The hidden song of mind, kill him,
> >   Beautiful casket has been bought,
> >   Quick burial for poor me.
> >   Settlement is not for wrong veld.
> >   Left price for my emerald value.
> >   Emeritus professors, NO MORE HERE,
> >   Make morally nobles, No MORE HERE,
> >   The best in the best, NO MORE HERE,
> >   Plus au moins for three wise men, up.
> >   More six feet stories
> >   No space to run for dear life,
> >   Toughest sight in multitude.
> >   Men and Eve do and accuse evil,
> >   My destiny they paint frustration.
> >   My hands are cut off from blessings,
> >   Just man made
> >   Thunderous voice of mine,
> >   Sound too falsely to their ears.
> >   In the world, Every person claims to be
> >   Godly than God wanted,
> >   Killings and uncovered grave, go on.
> >   Let the punishment fit the crime,
> >   I pray like prayer can’t pray.
> >   White crayfish in cave is blind,
> >   But suffers it all, I wonder,
> >   My liberty of balance is shot,
> >   I see only the 4OUR walls of Ants,
> >   Not minding the firth air.
> >   Don’t talk, on their forehead,
> >   ‘Cos magic of Airless, is given to them
> >   While my soulful eyes turned to ceaseless tears
> >   Forgetting that my tears can never make a River
> >   As my casket is still empty in my grave
> >   Thou shall not summit to Evil
> >   Says the court of Heaven.

                                 GOD

> > Your real name is not God,
> > Wicked and Good will, you blessed as God,
> > Powerful gods et godless bow before God,
> > Super excessive attention is paid to God
> > Dirty and all kinds of men worship “Almighty God”
> > Pure spirited Angles in heaven, worshipers of God,
> > Why then do we feel important before God?
> > In time of dark, depth, deep sorrows, God o!,
> > Question: who shall see God?
                 Answer: Only God shall see Himself



                    THE MIRROR

> > When my face is too beautiful
> >       I Love mirror
> > When my beauty is gone
> >       I turn your back
> >   When my back is too hidden
> >         I call your attention
> >   When my friends tell me wrong of nature
> >         I use your eyes
> >   When my eyes can’t face sun rays
> >         I direct your face power
> >   When my artists feel sickish
> >         I have no other hope than you
> >   When my judges spell wrongly
> >         I have no other tuner than you
> >   When my hands are smooth
> >         You are artless
> >   When my hand are rough
> >         You are artful
> >   When smoothness and roughness joined
> >         You are a wonderful artist
> >   ARTY claiming to be ARTISTIC
> >   MIRROR the master of ARGUS


                HAS LOVE MADE YOU NOT TO EAT? 

> >   All the food I have.
> >   All the best cooks and cookers I have.
> >   Food timetable is not missing.
> >   Beautiful kitchen to be used.
> >   Expensive dinning is waiting.
> >   All on table, Lovingly set.
> >   I lost appetite is not the case.
> >   Days and Nights sing good-bye songs.
> >   Slim fit is not my dream.
> >   Music food I play always.
> >   Mr. Hunger no-where to be found.
> >   Love sickness is not on my side.
> >   Had I the power of creation,
> >   Just to create unseen food,
> >   Pure Love is the case
> >   No food can be eaten except food love
> >   Priceless ingredient but Expensive dream
> >   YES, Love has made me not to EAT.
> >   Food love is my appetite.


                     THE CRYING OF A YOUNG WIDOW

                       A beautiful skill to be burnt
                       Stone hauling spoils the dropping tears
                       Death has won and left unforeseen distance
                       Relatives added more thrones on the unknown journey
                       In-grown inside gray hair turns into vain of solution
                      The hated solution of mouth cry’s noise follows
                      As it all depends on the future of koboless children
                      Here, the face is no longer a sweet caller but insult absorber
                      On top, I filter the watery insult, and dilute the reasons
                      Not a welcome ideal to be an edifice of all failures
                      The heavy commas and set of full stops are walls of protections
                      There she goes on for wiser thought to defeat the question of wisdom
                      The crying must stop, let’s my words now be the commands of my enemies
                      The tears must cease also, lets it be unreached to the enemies in the sunny desert
                      Sorry sight not for young widow, let’s my window be the window of sea breeze
                      Wicked culture for widows, let’s a song of war be sung to defeat this culture
                      Days of begging gone to break itself, let’s the rock melts and cover the pieces
                      Dying spirit can’t leave it all for a widow,
                      Let’s the thoughtless fools be thought the choice of death
                      Down the enemies dancing and vowing they will not fix her feathers
                      A skillful widow knows, self-will flying is better than enemies feathers
                      Happiness is for widow whom power of winning is shadowing her flying.


                             YOUR BRAIN LETTER

> > Everyday has a different uniforms but the same 24 hours
> > The two stones contain day and night
> > Some passed it with their head being bloody
> > Other feel, it is a matter of tactical sight
> >   No matter your grievances we love to see tomorrow
> >   The contents of Mr. 24 hours is always life and death
> >   Life comes when young are dancing with old legs.
> >   Death comes when old, but mixture is always its devices
> >   Sweetness and bitterness is a total gift of mind
> >   Mind directs the both to choose when death comes.
> >   Emphasis him and de-emphasis her; who wins? Yet still a question
> >   The same 24 hours; you have opportunity to change for betterment
> >   They day and night; meant for strong minded to improve
> >   The head being bloody; those that want it unnatural got trapped
> >   The tactical sight; those that follow life with its lessons
> >   The love to see tomorrow, patience is always the winning power
> >   The “How” pin point the start and know the errors
> >   They life and death; they come separately for a purpose driven
> >   They dance with old legs; life directions are given for protection
> >   The devices; unpredictable time occurs anytime while living
> >   They gift of mind; self decision to be taken by humans
> >   The death comes; life well lived has no judgment
> >   Yet still a question; equality comes from letter written from
                   THE BRAIN NOT A BRAIN


                 MY MUMMY: PART I

> > In the world,
> > Christ had Mummy
> > And no blood father.
> >   Mummy and child one love.
> >   The Love of womb, No father has made.
> >   Mummy does better than her best,
> >   Just to see her child happy
> >   Mummy married my daddy; just to Love me.
> >   Priceless Love you showed upon me.
> >   Mummy never allowed sun to go to bed,
> >   So that, day and night will be bright for me.
> >   Daddy divorced you, THEN and NOW,
> >   ‘Cos you taught me to be an accomplished man.
> >   Value and wisdom through your breast,
> >   Reserved, since you were born, just for me.
> >   My so weak vain, you’ve lionized.
> >   You’ve changed my blood to an heaven gate.
> >   Thank you Mummy is not yet Okay.
> >   I thanked you first
> >   When I was borne with cry
> >   I thanked you in the middle
> >   When I was learning, with respect.
> >   I thanked you in my old age
> >   When I’ve taken Oath to father you.
> >   I can’t forget my wonders over you
> >   I wonder WHY you have breeze tongue?
> >   I wonder WHY I tell you my heart secrets
> >   I wonder WHY men are Jealous?
> >   I wonder WHY they call you wo-MAN?.


                GREATEST RACE, BLACK

> > The Love to be BLACK
> > Only meant for BLACK
> >   Different languages but one BLACK,
> >   Exist only in the Blood of Black.
> >   Golden Sex in black colour.
> >   Kings and Queen all from Black.
> >   Two Races, BLACK And OTHERS.
> >   All says I want to kiss Africa toes.
> >   OLD white thought have passed away.
> >   DEVIL from Black and Christ from White
> >   NEW white thought have come to live,
> >   CHRIST AND WHITE from black
> >   ALL LADIES Love Black men most,
> >   BLACK MEN Loved Black lady most.
> >   Everything Africa Knows.
> >   GREATEST RACE, my blood BLACK.


                   POOR MAN’S ANTHEM

> > Not my fault,
> >   I have tried my best.
> >   To save a coin
> >   Is to miss much
> >   Over worked has made no changed,
> >   Yet, little payment not
> >   It shall be better, always think,
> >   While old age is nearer.
> >   All I think is true,
> >   Never call to stay, even a second.
> >   Different order always on me.
> >   Dying in silence is the solution.
> >   Petit coins I cried to save,
> >   Worth millions to lions and lioness.
> >   For the sake of peace, I wear pieces.
> >   Hard work makes a man,
> >   But hardworking makes me mad.
> >   Beautiful things I buy only with eyes
> >   Just to make life cheap for me
> >   While hunger is inevitable
> >   Distribution of wealth is unbalanced
> >   Scale of justice is not balanced
> >   But the national anthem is balanced



                 AGAINST ALL ODDS

> > Not easy to live with.
> >   Not in flesh power alone.
> >   Not guarding by man made law.
> >   Not do or die affair.
> >   Not that odds don’t pay visit
> >   Not that I distance goodies.
> >   Not that I’m the best worshiper of God.
> >   Not that I don’t have stained blood.
> >   Not that I don’t know the ways.
> >   Just know I’m against all odds.


    LE VILLAGE FRANCAIS DU NIGERIA, 1998

> > ½ a year, all states match on me.
> >   And my weapons ceased their pleasure time.
> >   Students, too much on us, we will not come back.
> >   Lecturers, no space to know you.
> >   Workers, busy! Busy and tomorrow.
> >   Free-thinkers, win no power and no teeth.
> >   Born-again, not by fresh, not be blood but by spirit.
> >   Only tree in village, neither yes nor no, but go on,
> >   Not my colour and not my land, is here again.
> >   From east, A place to be.
> >   8ight pm to 5am, I give out heaven light.
> >   Time is my mother but wait me not.
> >   Window music, and sweat is all over me.
> >   Vendredi est soiree dancans.



                   THE LAST PAGE

> > What is what?
> > Mr. Definition comes,
> >   Is this, is that,
> >   Still “MR WHAT” is silent
> >   On your own, endless peace.
> >   Where is where?
> >   I have been here and there.
> >   Claiming to have slept in the sun.
> >   Yet you’ve gone not round the world.
> >   Question, have you been in HELL?
> >   Who is who?
> >   Not for an unknown beings.
> >   But we do exist like them.
> >   Time ends it all.
> >   But, Best “MR WHO” has brain.
> >   How is How?
> >   Tells the ideal of brain.
> >   MR ANYHOW” Can’t marry HOURI
> >   Question, How will God come?,
> >   ANSWER, How Will I ask God?



                         THE LOVE

> > Single voice of the visible soul.
> >   The blue whistle moon on the Angles of Roses.
> >   Uncut ecstatic sensation.
> >   All pieces of sand is named in every step.
> >   Inner center of the Oldest rock.
> >   The Rhythm of the first sweet rain in heart.
> >   Under moon arrow vowed the stainless blood.
> >   Tripped from heaven and spread holy tentacles.
> >   From unburden to unbounded joy
> >   Two mortals joined by love, aliens no more.
> >   Jupiter lions, can’t tell Love what to do.
> >   Time in honey keeps no time than best Lovers.
> >   The only voice that crosses my unvoiced blood.
> >   I Love you is dangerous and timeless.
> >   And I Love you for this or that is timing.
> >   Your message is a crying rays,
> >   When Love dies with truth,
> >   I miss the supreme prize of DEATH LOVE.


                       WORLD CHANGER “TIME”

> > Goes on the three mountains of skies.
> >   Changing peace into war, just man.
> >   Calling me a waiter is not true.
> >   My little soldiers bend all gods.
> >   White second, Red minute and Black hour.
> >   All is me; An enemy and a sweet friend.
> >   How I taste blue in Africa is not the same in Asia.
> >   Best of me is given but zero payment is done.
> >   Freaky designs are all-over my eyes
> >   And every languages changed my duty not.
> >   Time, Today is yesterday and yesterday is old.
> >   A wonderful time keeper I am
> >   For your sake I burnt my bed and slept not
> >   Just to make sure they are guilty
> >   I found presidents GUILTY
> >   I found U.N.O GUILTY
> >   I found O.A.S GUILTY
> >   I found A.L  GUILTY
> >   I found O.A.U GUILTY
> >   And I found their brothers GUILTY
> >   Peace and war in your TEA, time
> >   MR Time is GUILTLESS.



                       BRIBERY

> > Very easy to take
> > Very sweet to spend
> >   Very cool to bank
> >   Very normal as gift
> >   I give bribe ‘Cos I’m wrong
> >   I take bribe ‘Cos I’m dirty
> >   I think of it always ‘Cos I’ve no shame.
> >   I hide my face ‘Cos I’ve sold my pride.
> >   Bribery makes brain dull
> >   Bribery makes NEW to be OLD
> >   Bribery makes anus to smell always
> >   Bribery makes strong man weak
> >   Bribery makes future nation future-less.
> >   You and I have a duty
> >   Duty of honesty
> >   Duty of teaching the children
> >   Not to take or give bribe.
> >   Duty of refusing BRIBERY”
> >   Duty of exposing the GIVERS AND TAKERS.
> >   If don’t have integrity you have nothing.


                       FRIENENEMY

> > Beautify and ugly you ARE.
> >   Pain-sweet in your suitcase
> >   White-black colour face
> >   Bad-good stories you tell
> >   Saint-evil money you give
> >   Save-kill you preach now and then
> >   Up-down in your memo for friends.
> >   The richest you want me.
> >   Killings and Robberies behind.
> >   Much wealth gotten
> >   No peace of mind, day and night.
> >   Cold and hot you named one,
> >   ‘Cos no being to question “WHY”
> >   silver nails covered with foam,
> >   fine decoration for our tender feet.
> >   New born you lead to fire,
> >   Passions are running high,
> >   ‘Cos your actions are not excusable.
> >   Our situations make you lips north et south.
> >   Left and right you direct at once,
> >   Keeping the better closed.
> >   Loved and hate you propound together.
> >   Enemy and friend – Frienemy.



                        COURT OF HEAVEN

> > No upside down
> > The truth is too short
> > Objection My Lord, No response
> > Poor Shine and Richest man counts no money
> >   Law of mind goes on
> >   Liars decorators, drop law books
> >   Spirit works, No adjournment
> >   Had I known ends in hell
> >   Full judgment to Every world
> >   I wonder where God study Law.



                   NELSON MANDELA

> > Hot loneliness they sent to you.
> >   Everyday thinking but you won jail.
> >   Brave water is from the mind.
> >   And you cried for unborn child.
> >   Today, Laughter is much and you see peak.
> >   With you we hold the breeze and walk
> >   You dried sea with sun.
> >   And no water is found in the sun.
> >   Sometimes my breath spell you.
> >   Your shoe is one but count numbers,
> >   Tell me who will go bare footed.
> >   You shook our hearts with a freedom hymn.
> >   Your hands thought us how a chicken
> >   Sleeps on Hen’s back.
> >   He forgets not NELSON
> >   She forgets not MANDELA.
> >   They forget not your GREY HAIRS
> >   And I forget not your INTELLECTUAL ENERGY




                       WHY ANUS SMELLS

> > Mr and Mrs. Corruption fart from me.
> >   Dr. Killer, excretes from me.
> >   Chief Khaki, covers my face.
> >   My tissue money is hidden from me.
> >   Why can’t I smell
> >   Everyday paper work
> >   To be cleaned is all I acquired
> >   Best this and best that equal to Lady
> >   And yet No Saint is found
> >   Why can’t I smell?
> >   Mr. Head of state makes me smell.
> >   Mr. Minister makes me smell.
> >   Mr. Administrator makes me smell.
> >   Mr. Commissioner makes me smell.
> >   Mr. Chairman makes me smell.
> >   Mr. Chair lady makes me smell.
> >         Even you make me smell.
> >         She needs a change.
> >         Popular Song we sing.
> >         All we are saying.
> >         No more smelling.
> >         From up to down.
> >         She needs a change.
> >         Yes and No accusations.
> >         SHE is clay footed.
> >         Water is everywhere and nowhere,
> >         On that, she calls for pure souls,
> >         She needs a change.
> >         “NIGERIA”




                    WHAT - PAYS

> >   Peace    Pays
> > Love    Pays
> > Understanding   Pays
> > Try    Pays
> >   Education   Pays
> >   Courage   Pays
> >   Age    Pays
> >   Hardworking  Pays
> >   Greeting   Pays
> >   Plan    Pays
> >   Accountability  Pays
> >   Transparency  Pays
> >   Time Invested  Pays
> >   Watchfulness  Pays
> >   Music    Pays
> >   Joy    Pays
> >   Money   Pays
> >   Evil    Pays
> >   Death    Pays
> >   Soul    Pays
> >   Heaven or Hell  Pays
> >   GOD PAYS  LAST.




                           WHY YOU?

> > I think am most beautiful,
> > You call me most ugly
> > Others see me as hard to find
> > You say am simplest to get
> >         WHY YOU?
> >   I spent my last penny on you,
> >   Still you don’t value me.
> >   As I cry every night for you,
> >   You say I am a good actress.
> >         WHY YOU?
> >   Beautiful fool they call me, JUST WHY?
> >   Just because I Love you, WHY?
> >   I don’t know “The First WHY and Last WHY”
> >   Only God knows “WHY YOU?




                 FATI ABUBAKAR

> > Best Lady of simplicity
> > Peace cultivator of little voice.
> >   The greatest Amazon of the Nation.
> >   You loosed the screws and Nuts of Nigeria guns.
> >   The Pride of sky you thought Nigerians
> >   You lionized Nigerianization for DEMOCRACY
> >   How I wish you will Live for ever.
> >   But your Legacy is forever.
> >   Day and Night you Love Unity
> >   Love of unity, Love of the people
> >   Just to make the four wheel of the Nation going
> >   He came as a Dove but fought unforeseen wars
> >   Fati, Napoleon Bonaparte of Nigeria, you are.
> >   FATI, The Wife of Bee Venom, you are.
> >   FUTURE AND FATI, Children of every generation
> >   New National Anthem, peace to Fati.
> >   There are Laws and there is Fati Abubakar
> >   God be with you FATI, forever and ever.
> >         Amen



               THOU SHALL THINK TWICE

> > From time to love.
> >         To the time of hatred.
> >   Thou shall think twice.
> >   From time to live in peace
> >         To the time of war.
> >   Thou shall think twice
> >   From time of reaches.
> >         To time of poverty
> >   Thou shall think twice
> >   From time to go in
> >         To the time to bow out
> >   Thou shall think twice
> >   From time to be friends
> >         To the time to be enemies
> >   Thou shall think twice
> >   From time to be servant
> >         To the time to be PRESIDENT
> >   Thou shall think twice
> >   From time to be saint
> >         To the time to be evil
> >   Thou shall think twice
> >   From time to be sick
> >         To the time to be well
> >   Thou shall think twice
> >   From time to teach
> >         To the time to learn
> >   Thou shall think twice
> >   From time to say the truth
> >         To the time to tell lies
> >   Thou shall think twice
> >   From time to military rule
> >         To time of DEMOCRACY
> >   Thou shall think twice
> >   From time to worship God
> >       To the time to worship Satan
> >   Thou shall think twice
> >   From time to live
> >         To the time of death
> >   Thou shall think NO MORE.
> >   Says the LORDLIEST.




                     WHY RAIN LIES

> >  Matters of the heart
> >  From heaven the message comes
> >   And the face of cloud is deep frowned
> >   Wind got puzzled and got no direction.
> >   Life beings got wild scenery
> >   Bad harbinger, Ocean and sea Smiled.
> >   Mr. Rain, king of solvency
> >   Mr. Rain, key role of existence
> >   Mr. Rain, destroyer of birth right
> >   Mr. Rain, first occupant of the world
> >   Mr. Rain, peace be unto you, yet not all time
> >   Mr. Rain, day and night visitor.
> >   Rain Lies ‘Cos of supremacy
> >   Rain Lies ‘Cos of money
> >   Rain Lies ‘Cos of ill love
> >   Rain Lies ‘Cos of blood disorder
> >   Rain Lies ‘Cos He thinks he is important
> >   Rain Lies ‘Cos he is a blind liar
> >   It is disheartening “Mr. Rain”.




                            THE TRIBE IBO

> > Voice of Eastern Nigeria
> > Hardworking is their symbol
> >   Dynamic personality is common there
> >   People’s oriented is the chief of all
> >   Not afraid to die for a deserved course
> >   Dependents call for independence always
> >   Everywhere “IBO MAN” goes he makes a king.
> >   Lovely mother-hand holds he not
> >   Just for a better tomorrow and peace title
> >   Hallmark of God sent from Israel
> >   My mother Land full of oil land
> >   But ‘BIAFRANS” count no control over it
> >   Injustice they hate to the last
> >   To fight for this, gave us the “MAP” Biafra.
> >   Honesty and Love this tribe PREACH
> >   Developmental diplomacy this tribe PREACHES
> >   Understanding peace and unity this tribe PREACH
> >   Hallmark of maturity this tribe PREACHES
> >   Streamline thought this tribe PREACHES
> >   This tribe preaches to the best PREACHERS
> >   “I” intellectual “B” enefit “O” peration “IBO”



                                  MUSIC

> >   I can handle none
> >   But you tell me when I am you
> >   Above is your name
> >   Inspiration is your means
> >   We proclaim we play you
> >   We dance you
> >   We are active listeners too
> >   Indeed, you change not your style
> >   And the message goes on.
> >   Cultures say it has your origin
> >   Beings say they compose you
> >   Inspiration says it is your rays
> >   Instrument says, it makes your honey sound
> >   Spirit says, you have nobody and music is spirit
> >   Languages say it treks for you
> >   Buyers and sellers say they Love you
> >   Musicians say, you called for them
> >   All are “YOU”, No doubter(s)
> >   But Allah is your creator, ABOVE.




                                     The DARK VACUUM

> >   A lead way to death 9th Feb. 2003, third mainland bridge
> >   Thunderous peacefulness viewed great ideas at pace
> >   Placement of unwonted beings but by force to kill
> >   A story was told how idealistic broken links fell
> >   Coming to reality was also the dream foretold by insanity
> >   Thousands of crashes, the songs sang by road in flakes
> >   Millions of heaven “HALLELUIAH” were on motive with the engine
> >   Direction was undefined but prudence defined the trace
> >   Speed was slowed by pity but behind the action
> >   At this point the four angles of movement were out dancing
> >   The seats were meant for money making while space was fake to life
> >   Football was made out of us but none knew the angle he or she played
> >   Bovine sea goal post was moving to swallow us to satiate the end
> >   A break of body skin and steel brought out blood and dried cement
> >   May the stop not sound like “Boom and splash of deep water”
> >   Human bones were parts of the wages needed involuntary, above heroes
> >   Possession placed more than unfounded were left to struggle itself
> >   Memory sight saw all the harbinger while visual sight was in a vacuum
> >   A dark vacuum was the sight all found history caused by tyre
> >   Dark vacuum is in you, close your eyes, cover with hands, a dark vacuum APPEARS.



                                            MY BODY

> >   Oven and living straight line make me a human shape
> >   And sense in this shape call all in the shape “body”
> >   All you know in it develops not in equal shape
> >   Some in the body originate with body while some not from body
> >   This body loves itself so well but racists changed the shape
> >   Now there are gods to lift me up as two in one
> >   Two eyes, two hands, two legs, two breasts, two lips and other twos
> >   A wonderful world to link the three secret of the third
> >   The head, the chest and the legs, a way to the fourth
> >   It is the new skin and old skin of the fifth
> >   The colour of the skin is the true racism
> >   Colorless brain tissues makes ideals develop more than skin colour
> >   A bone defeated tens of thousands of racists and unknown racism
> >   How? Common racists can’t differentiate intellectual bone
> >   And human body eye colour that sees new world
> >   Silent promotion for racism, hidden plan of destruction to expire racists
> >   Literacy of racists in one colour while billions of colours that exist in human body
> >   Deputation policies occupied the tiny space of in-experience racists
> >   Resourceful racists need more scientific discovery on colours of the body
> >   A pitiful crying for racism because it loses causes of being racist
> >   Well united mixed colours have taken the power of the world and racists weaken body.
> >   New knowledge for this family because she has mixed positive ideals
> >   New candle light and noble deeds for this continent because specific history is made
> >   Back of the smiling sun shower the cool multi-colour and its peace of love in the shadow
> >   Brave-sounding hello to Heroes and Heroines. Why?
                   Because Heroic verses will protect their names
> >   Names that are older than centuries and having new babies every seconds
> >   New leaders are against racism because they have a native home in line 24
> >   As in pilgrimage of Hajj and pilgrimage to Jerusalem kill racism and bury it
> >   One day both pilgrimage shall be one
> >   Let racists live to climb up and change the position of the moon,
> >   Says new world and body.




                            SEXISM

> >  Manly different in nature
> >  Structural equitation called
> >   Look there, defeatists and winners, both beings
> >   Hear this, for same sounds of struggles
> >   Smell that, so lovely to be jealous when loved
> >   Touch at night, no more single rib but better ribs
> >   Not my making how comes this for men?
> >   In the days fire form stone had gone
> >   Modern ladies have newer knowledge and victory power
> >   What a beautiful power point before other sex
> >   Naturally agreed to be submissive at all will
> >   Says the old generation and not 24 hours generation
> >   New school of thought found “Women do it better”
> >   Brilliant efficiency has no hidden laws against women
> >   State of mind pronounced the task going
> >   Up, secret of men without muscles but powerful
> >   Women, listen to minds discussion and pronounce gents weaker sex
> >   In intelligence, intellectual energy creates opportunity for ladies
> >   In politics, political courage counts first for women
> >   In power, powerful – will determines the president for mothers
> >   It is better good-bye when all female tells male-sexism best good-bye.



                   ACTION SLAPS INACTION

> >  A vote to speak the rocky decision of freedom
> >  Weakening doubters disbelieve the purest of heated sand in oven
> >   Outsider’s mouth and insider’s ears are keys of looters
> >   The will and the ill are different forms from shall of all in all calls
> >   Learning pillar wires earning pillars, team foes pivotal ringing
> >   Undone analytical wizardry is lesser than pin point drop on a paper
> >   Injured conscience is a hidden science if the mind is soulless
> >   Blind man gets smile how? The move of words to end blindness
> >   Oath of life and death, sleeping oath revamps to endless tempo
> >   Heart-pounding courage is the bass that craws and walks
> >   Waters of wrath the only way to say it got a start
> >   Writ appears, remember and remain, it is pull and push for balance
> >   Equilibrium preaches slight win and slight lose, but apex controls
> >   Poacher, the courage the trainer got is greater than trainee skill
> >   Many discoveries in and out of the world, yet not found other main purpose
> >   Calendar has the dates but has no time; discovery and purpose
> >   Action may be missed but not to be messed for their days are merciful
> >   Inaction can be messed and total will be missed for days are miserable
> >   Action slaps inaction !!! on whose CHEEK?


 
                             VALENTINE DAY

> > Mr. Valentine, Greeting From Lovers.
> >   They Say Fourteen Roses From February.
> >   All Every Days Passed With Mixed Feelings.
> >   What A Special Day That Tells The Beginning.
> >   A Day That Has Single Smile To One Loved Face.
> >   Is The Day Of Truth And A Day To Loved Face.
> >   Yes, This Is Not Money Wishes But Day Of Blind Love.
> >   Best Lovers Open Their Eyes On 14 Fed. To See Their Progress.
> >   If There Was Hated Day They Cover It With Love And Smile On.
> >   Smile On In The Money By Saying I’m Happy To Love You.
> >   Loving You Not Only On 14 Fed. But In 14 Sincerity And 14 Forever.
> >   This Think that Made me To Love You Lets It Nourish Forever.
> >   I Love You More Than Most Popular Stories Of Lovers That Ever Lived.
> >   Lovable, It Is You And I In This 14-Line Poem Of Valentine.
> >   Love in Love
> >   You and I.



                          LIFE AND CHANGE

> > Life is many and change is one.
> >   Life lies on change while it dies
> >   Impossible it sound how truly I know.
> >   Goes on they live, how come they die.?
> >   It is diseases, not age, yes it is time.
> >   Who knows what kills life.? NOTHING BUT NOTHING.
> >   Just live and die, simple to wallow.
> >   Simplicity cant create life, you know.
> >   Life says, I will turn to change one day.
> >   One day is life; change occurs because is constant.
> >   One day starts with life.
> >   So what he says is true.
> >   Life is not the reactor that started the day.
> >   But says when dies, starts the change.
> >   Falsehood will collapse, because foundation is fully sandy.
> >   Change, watch-out, sleep-not, think-further, be self –solid.
> >   Hold the two hooligans and shout beyond vocal cord.
> >   Time is costly, truth is pained, wisdom is lost, be belfry found.
> >   You is found when the bell of your alter.
> >   Is rung by you with life of change.




                   IS IS IS ? IS IS IS. 

> >   Life is life.
> >   Never you cry.
> >   Is all the game.
> >   If you know the rules.
> >   One day you will be a winner.
> >   But never allow the whistle to sound.
> >   By losing the hope
> >   Both faces tried but blue the sun gone.
> >   Bare your mind in shallow struggle.
> >   Depth is where strong men entangle.
> >   Always come out with scares and staff.
> >   A move to the fire, how come they lead and control.
> >   Hot led in life and peace in desert but no water.
> >   Don’t be thirty yet because new baby is born, croaky message.
> >   He must live to say sorry, never mind is all game and life.
> >   How may are we? Then, now and far away?
> >   All at disposal children.
> >   Genuine builders all themselves children.
> >   Born to destroy are always there as children.
> >   Local vagrant are there to win as children.
> >   Leader are always raising when they are as children.
> >   Life depend where you see yourself as children.
> >   WHAT ABOUT THE INNOCENT CHILD’S LIFE



                                  YOU READ ME 

> >   I love to live forever, if you don’t react.
> >   The dash in-between the two years is history of life.
> >   The story of mind cannot be said if not better and bitter.
> >   Judge the conscience because freedom is not for those who fly in crevice and crypt.
> >   Dangerous weapon comes with anger but man holds the start.
> >   Cupidity is thirstier than sea level when wave length is lost.
> >   Every unhidden step taken is always knowledgeable. why?
                   Mud is an uncertain trapped.
> >   Let’s go on, a trip is not if you are wise but do you let go? Freedom.
> >   No matter how faster you run, there is always a point, you ask for the whistle.
> >   Drawing the gold from the well is easy and difficult to save in the same well.
> >   The back of moon is as hot as the face of the sun, the story never told begins
> >   And the back of sun is as cool as the face of the moon, the story never told ends.
> >   If the prices remain effortless, the slothful award shall be emptied.
> >   When the disciples discovered their weakness their Lord was sold.
> >   Swimming desert has no position if the wings are not planted against the source.
> >   A slow minded dripped water from cave has the power to befriend the silence of nature.
> >   Full chance of the living is to count the graves and add one for himself.
> >   Honey, never see the fearsome; its self is coward when the worms are gone.
> >   Three iron question marks before the answers could be called a stone daydream.
> >   If the thought is not as your personal mountains, please declaw.
> >   I know you can lift that rainy nightmare, size by size but seize each seconds.
> >   Call names and withstands their failures and success because your name calls F or S
> >   Sweetie, read the first line before you read the last line. Think.
> >   If you have the courage, rib the page off.



                          MONEY BORN TWINS 

> >   Multiplication of Joy in the poverty of Joy.
> >   Hours of Liberation when ice is sold in winter.
> >   The knocks in the brain is called intelligence.
> >   The power to hit back is a furor to learn how to earn.
> >   Many a people target brain water without brain oxygen.
> >   Hard work preached to the attic without owning the foundation and the roof.
> >   Classic appearance often donated but liabilities increase.
> >   Natural season of empowerment appears, life challenges scare nobles.
> >   All rich theories are known but practical definition are forgotten.
> >   A way to make a start is to turn the best to be chary.
> >   Courage of action is the will to know your real name.
> >   Even the seed decays for the philosophy of more and more.
> >   Every life time success is due diligence to be fed.
> >   Heavy impossibility sold in syllabic profitability, colour of wisdom.
> >   A man of wisdom causes new discovery to go old, friends think.
> >   Crying advertises their names, so more flocking more advert, you decrease.
> >   They have ideal, you have money; they have money, you have downsizing.
> >   Column of liability is nourished; poverty of Joy smiles.
> >   The fear of youthful stoicism has become ancient stodginess, why?
> >   You never work for yourself, never think for  yourself, and never own yourself.
> >   There is event that calls for turning point, is called birth of a child.
> >   One is rich and one is poor, money born twins.




                   AFRICAN SKY 

> >   Africa sky is black.
> >   Yes the sky has no rays.
> >   Africa sky is black.
> >   Yes the sky doesn’t bring wisdom.
> >   Africa sky is black.
> >   Yes the turns the Africa black.
> >   Africa sky is black.
> >   Yes sky is few in Africa.
> >   Africa sky is black.
> >   Yes the sky is doesn’t move in Africa.
> >   Africa sky is black.
> >   Yes the sky is backward and unnatural.
> >   Africa sky is black.
> >   Yes the sky in Africa live in crypt.
> >   Africa sky is black.
> >   Yes the sky in Africa is hungry.
> >   Africa sky is black.
> >   Yes the sky in Africa dies in foreign dept.
> >   Africa sky is black.
> >   Yes the sky in Africa must be made to be beggar.
> >   Africa sky is black.
> >   Yes the sky in African must live on unnecessary war.
> >   Africa sky is black.
> >   Yes the skies in African are at war.
> >   Africa sky is black.
> >   Yes Africa leaders need a scale of JUSTICES.
> >   Africa sky is black.
> >   Yes the skies in Africa hold PEACE.
> >   Africa sky is black.
> >   No! No! No!!! African sky is not BLACK.
> >   AFRICA sky is SKIING.
> >   Basket of Africa Skies say “THAT OLD IDEAS GOT TO END”
> >         A-M-E-N.



                           POLITICAL SHARIA

> >   The Koran I know is a holy book.
> >   The Mohammed I hear was a prophet.
> >   The Mosque I see is a house of God.
> >   The Malam I like protect his Christian neighbor.
> >   The Muslims I touch love peace.
> >   The Islam I learnt has laws.
> >   Thanks to the laws of Islam, Not in poverty.
> >   Modern world makes laws of Islam funny
> >   Mush scientific discoveries in modern world
> >   More amputations to the poor Muslims
> >   Muslims stand y Islamic law, not political Sharia.
> >   Where political criminals use poor Muslims for experiment.
> >   Where political tussles motivated the God’s law.
> >   Where killers enjoy looted money of uneducated Muslims.
> >   Where political sinners sin outside and preach political sharia at home.
> >   Political sharia disrespect pure Muslims.
> >   It distorts peaceful co-existence of citizens.
> >   It enslaves future Amazon of the country.
> >   It betrays adherent of the Religion.
> >   It shames the rightful speaker of Islamic tentacle.
> >   It hides retired solders who perpetuate civil disturbances.
> >   It protects highly corrupted leaders.
> >   It makes Anus smells.
> >   It makes a lazy man to excel.
> >   It creates wanton destruction between Muslims and other religion.
> >   All we needn’t are poli-related Sharia.
> >   Poli-Judical Sharia.
> >   Poli-Executive Sharia.
> >   Poli-Assemble Sharia.
> >   Poli-Civilian Sharia.
> >   Poli-Militarial Sharia.
> >   Poli-Ex-this and Poli Ex-that sharia.
> >   What we need are Sharia for Islamic believers.
> >                     Sharia for well inter-religious co-operation.
> >                     Sharia for women liberation.
> >                     Sharia for modern technology.
> >                     Sharia for progressiveness.
> >                     Sharia for nascent democracy.
> >                     Sharia for unity of Nigeria.
> >   May the peace of real Islamic Sharia prevail.
> >   Finally, if what we call God’s law fail to bring peaceful co-existence
> >   Amongst different religion then man’s law in terms of agreeable constitutions is
                  God’s laws.


                              BURIED RIOT

> >   Just the state of mind is tired.
> >   Not friendly to smile for such act.
> >   Where uncertainty is soon as day.
> >   And no time to wear the uniform again.
> >   Zig- zag movement set mind in motion.
> >   Smooth breeze is now heavy to carry.
> >   Pull and Push clap their hands.
> >   Then blood is gushing out from pipe of bone.
> >   To and From is not different from IN and OUT.
> >   Because laws are on the ground of law Tennis.
> >   Big feet above the laws, and players are dead.
> >   1/8 dead needs to be resuscitated.
> >   Listen, good health s not state o mind, Sir.
> >   Old generation; old riot, New generation; new riot.
> >   Riot is killed when caused of riot are buried.



                             THIS BEAUTIFUL CAKE 

> >   World talks about single cake.
> >   A cake made when reasons start to build hope.
> >   It is a symbol of future that has patience.
> >   If the designer is not rich, the symbol is richer.
> >   The price of this cake is unity and count friends.
> >   Friends that give courage and ask for more beauty.
> >   A different voice of cake is sounding behind.
> >   Enemy’s voice sounding, “Yes, cake is meant to be broken”.
> >   Listen, enemy plants seed of disunity and asks it nourishment.
> >   Every piece in T.B.C. knows how to break beautiful cake.
> >   Love secret. T.B.C. has a special power bound called reach dream.
> >   What a knowledge T.B.C. knows the sight of piece of cake.
> >   And develop more strength and peaceful c0-existence.
> >   Keeping the cake is a means of love symbols.
> >   Enemies, remember mine is a beautiful cake.
> >   It has bright future too, but softly corrected.
> >   Cake eaters at a time try yours and make it lovely.
> >   It only takes designer and design to be both designers.
> >   This is the END and that is the BEGINNING.




                      THE TALKING SHIP, GANI 

> >   Unaided effort of Possessiveness.
> >   Counts on side of most popularity.
> >   Back number is not for known ship.
> >   Just for the seek of this, you know no idiot.
> >   Doing the talking, is loudest profession.
> >   Coast to coast your suit cost high.
> >   ‘Cos your will power is different from price.
> >   Day to night, marching on fire nails.
> >   And make no weak face to governmental rogues.
> >   Unique potential legacy always calls for your courage.
> >   Courage that makes worst dictators shamble.
> >   Hard earn time you dash to a man who has no A to Z.
> >   All these I drop on the finest face of Nigeria.
> >   The rope that tires the smelling Anus, you preach.
> >   What a lonely sleep at all night just for an equality.
> >   Evil men, he that earns above the law earns zero futuristic history.
> >   A hard knot you vowed to break shall come to pass.
> >   All that were done in deep secret shall be a public song.
> >   What a patient of Justice against ill killing of Justice.
> >   Gani, fearlessness power you’ve though 24 hours generation against
> >   Evil –genius.
> >   THANKS.


                                 MY RADIO 

> >   I think we are one.
> >   I buy you an you buy me too.
> >   I hear your voice, you record my voice
> >   I tune you always, you tune my mind often.
> >   I take you to a repairer, you cure my loneliness.
> >   I change your stay, you change my address.
> >   Far distance you step-upon.
> >   Just because you love me.
> >   The entire world News you give me.
> >   Just because you never wanted me lost.
> >   The laws of strange land, you inform me.
> >   Just because you preach my conduct.
> >   A cost energy is your efficiency but you ask for less.
> >   Just because you know I don’t have fat pocket.
> >   My poor cassette, you turn to best.
> >   Just because you know I cant change one.
> >   1000 x well is your performance.
> >   Just because you understanding my feelings.
> >   You disappointed me not before my girl friends.
> >   Just because you know girls gossip.
> >   They named you “TOBICO” but I call you “MY RADIO”.



                            GERMANY – MAN 

> >   Hello to history of Germany.
> >   In this time we stand firmly.
> >   Be it laughter we encourage strength.
> >   Only if we know how to fall again.
> >   We know history and we know HIS.
> >   Hello to Germany knowledge.
> >   Copies of us know when she was conquered.
> >   Worked but stronger it gets daily.
> >   Magical beings the feel now, but loop the loop.
> >   Heroic stories will come when we see the date.
> >   Hello to patience machines.
> >   We thank all us but see newer generation.
> >   A terrible stage it was but time counts.
> >   I’m happy you tower towards peace.
> >   Strong we are made and stronger we live.
> >   Hello to religion but where are they?
> >   Life of a newborn baby brings death.
> >   Nature they believe, nature turns around divinity.
> >   Even they stand, disintegration they built upon.
> >   Foreigners love Germany but Germans never Germans.



                              WHO IS A COWARD 

> >   A coward is he who befriends cowardice.
> >   ‘cos he is afraid of little courage.
> >   A coward is he who calls ear deaf
> >   ‘cos he is afraid of little voice.
> >   A coward is he who calls eyes blind
> >   ‘cos he is afraid of little sight
> >   A coward is he who calls mouth lamps
> >   ‘cos he is afraid of little speech.
> >   A coward is he who calls legs cripple.
> >   ‘cos he is afraid of little walk.
> >   A coward is he who calls hand limping.
> >   ‘cos he is afraid of little handwork.
> >   A coward is he who plays fake
> >   ‘cos he is afraid of reality.
> >   A coward is he who calls he no man.
> >   ‘cos he is afraid of skin colour.
> >   A coward is he who rapes.
> >   ‘cos he is afraid to enjoy the congenial sex.
> >   A coward is he who quits.
> >   ‘cos he is afraid to win.
> >   A coward is he who spells only the letters.
> >   ‘cos he is afraid to pronounce the words.
> >   A coward is who covers mistakes.
> >   ‘cos he is afraid of corrections.
> >   A coward is he who takes bribe.
> >   ‘cos he is afraid to command respect.
> >   A coward is he who picks weapons against arch rivals.
> >   ‘cos he is afraid of brain tactics and brain power.
> >   A coward is he who cuts off the head.
> >   ‘cos he is afraid of superior ideals.
> >   A coward is she who kill little baby
> >   ‘cos she is afraid of her little life.
> >   A brave man is the coward who fails all.
> >   ‘cos he is not afraid of unknown and success.



                                  HARD SEEN 

> >   Not to be enjoyed in silence.
> >   Coming from opened and closed ideas.
> >   Who sees it calls for operation die.
> >   Where strong sight created, there he dies.
> >   A cry to shout goes a long way to smile.
> >   A refusal is the way to tag a beggar.
> >   How close to learn a royal hoaxes.
> >   Starting point is always where is it?
> >   The mind is at work but ht feet are fat.
> >   How far the movement of fetus, it calls for courage.
> >   Is only the failures that know the courage of winners.
> >   A reddish stake that sirs the blue sea.
> >   Purity has no involvement but to fire the ember.
> >   Bodies of no bones danced faster than living skeleton.
> >   A show to clap for authorities where dead bodies live.
> >   If you can see it, it is JUSTICE AND HARD SEEN.



                        I LOVE OLD AGE 

> >   A wonderful age to be young.
> >   Where mind turns into sight.
> >   Full of stronger bones but beaten by muscles.
> >   I make speeches rather than speaking.
> >   I breath littler air and reserve for unborn ones.
> >   Worst I have hard and made correction for new wiseacre.
> >   Yes, wrinkles on the forehead maintains step of life.
> >   Gaunt dentition shows the goodness of handicraft.
> >   Weak neck carries heavy head, portrait of inbuilt strength.
> >   Loose of lower jaw, don’t mind question ‘cos I have asked a lot.
> >   Hairless head calls for fair level playing field, never be.
> >   My harlequin is not comic character but harmony of life
> >   I craw, I stand, I walk and sit for proverbial wisdom.
> >   Realistic question is very giant but becomes dwarf before old age.
> >   Wise youth, watch behind ‘cos knowledge is behind foot step.
> >   Hello and hello is better than Hi, if you know why
> >   Cogitation is equal to answer; if you love OLD AGE.
                   SEE YOU THERE!!!

 
WRITTEN BY EZEH UGOCHUKWU
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