For hope, for life, for light
For food, for shelter, for trust
For peace, for friendship, for love
From domestic violence, rape and discrimination
Working hard continuously
To support, sustain and help the family survive
What of our black leaders?
They are sitting and relaxing
Enjoying the loot of yesterday’s attack
And planning for tomorrow’s downfall
Nigeria- our black nation
Cries in agony
Over the ongoing destruction
Her children’s pain has reached her ears
And she can hold it no longer
We look to the creator of the blacks
To answer our prayers
To open the doors of heaven
And pour down HIS blessings
Afterall, we are tiny black children in
A black nation that we call our own
And we need some help
To pierce the black hearts
Of the black people.
© The poets voice~~~ March 2008, All rights reserved.
Thursday, 27 March 2008
Why do we do it? Why even bother?
Can a man not live in peace with his brother?
Can we not wine and dine together?
We are supposed to be one big family;
To live in peace and harmony
We hassle each other for cash, for money
We take away lives and then guilt hits us suddenly.
Have we no heart, no fear, no mercy?
Can we not see that violence is not the key?
The hurt and damage we’ve caused the community
Do we just ignore it and call it hearsay?
Peace I tell you, peace can save us
Happiness, joy, tranquility, peace
That’s what we want, that’s what we should seek
Tuesday, 11 March 2008
As quickly as I can
So heavily that I can’t catch my breath
Too loud to make sense of the words
About what to do now and where to go
My legs and head hurt so much
To get out of this nightmare
Through the forest, away from the monster
Calling out for help
To wake up from this unreality
As the monster advances
Gradually and slowly, I find myself in my room
Thanking God it was just a bad dream.
Saturday, 8 March 2008
I am locked inside my own home
This home of loneliness
That I created by myself
The cobweb at the corner gets larger day by day
My side table creaks with every step I make
The door to my room remains opened
As if inviting me into a deeper place of isolation, where I lose touch of reality
Everyday is a routine
The same people walk past my veranda
And every night those footsteps disappear into the darkness
My every word seems to repel people from me
At the end of the day I sit and reminisce
On those days when children were my joy
…but somehow, I have lost sight of them.
The memories are now a wisp of imagination
That disappear like smoke
It’s just the four walls surrounding me
In this cold and old home
(Sighing heavily I) realize thatI am truly lonely.
The rain patters softly on my window sill
The little clear drops of water
So simple and so serene
The thunder rumbles across the sky
Lightning makes her presence known
The soil opens up its parched throat
To take in water from the rain
The putrid smell of garbage
Dissolve in the aroma of fresh air
A sensation of goodness overcomes me
The trees blossom in all its glory
The fruits are ripe with beauty
The taste of blessing, the feeling of life
The sudden rush of energy and power
The rain falls in continuous chains
Bringing new life to people-
Its dependants, who would have it no other way.
Thursday, 6 March 2008
Looking forward, never looking back
Pulling continuously at the hand of success
Using ideas, acquiring knowledge
The pen and paper, always at work
Imagination comes alive
Hardworking and consistently diligent
Criticism and mockery fails to stop me
The stretching hands of excellence
Ambitions meet fulfillment.
Sunday, 2 March 2008
Who brought me up at birth
And laid me to rest
Who kept me safe
And saw me through my rainy days
Who saw through me
And knew the pain I was going through
Whom I will always love
And cherish till everlasting days above.