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Chukwu Daberechi Poem
LETTER TO A SORE BROTHER, BEAUTIFUL SISTER (DEDICATED TO MY BROTHER’S AND SISTER’S LOVE)
Early jungle makes me a desire
To be alone in the belly of our dear beautiful mother
Because our growing up is such and irony
Which made me rejoiced each moment this time
That wishes were never allowed to be rose
For men of wrong mind to buy
There in my childhood irony moment
We fought as if it is created share hatred
We wish for all except one that pays a little pain
For i held back from all
As all held back from me and other all
Indeed, people taught that our life is a share pain
A sore injury to the world of love
Because i loved each moment my brother bleed from our father’s hell
I went behind the scene to celebrate my goal
kindly, the moment is always become
As i happily shun and damn the future
... who did you think you are with my future
I sometimes ignorantly murmur as a child
In my little kingdom emptiness, i rejoice in the brothers pain
A little hatred of thee, a more love of me
I love each time i am loved alone
To hate thee by my blood and cause sheepishly i became and honour
As this irony grows into something still ironic
I wish my pain could allow my pen speak plain
To cry such an awesome deep and sore blood
At each moment the rain of thee bath me thoroughly
To see thee share all to have me clothed
To borrow from the enemy to have me homed
even to lose all from the gods to make sure that i have all from the goddess
The brother even stole to have me meal
More like the blood and doing of the mother, it shared abroad
As brothers all lie to have me protected
Much illiterate to make me the literate king
Oh bleed me death less i say this pain of love
Sisters risk of the night, the horror evil men to see a smile in this lips of mine
That i wish never remember the selfish boyhoodness
Ay! How i see my brother’s cry in his desolation
Not for him or for his little joy
But for the pain of a dear brother
To save all only to loose all to life a brother
Its pain of the ugly moment in a close death
It was determined and death paid of thee
But the brother and sister’s coming death
Woke brothers will up, sisters ghost down
I need to save my brother
Leave my life to save my brother
And take it once his breath is back
There the sacrifice of a dear brother made me desire
Never a child as this in my next world
Because you are a brother, a beautiful brother
A sister, very handsome sister that i hold dearest to my breath
And love dearest to my heart beat
Copyright © Chukwu Daberechi | Year Posted 2011
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SACRIFICE; PRICELESS QUESTION
A little story from a little friend about a little thing
That makes the little world a different from the taught mighty ocean
Always smile beside me each morning i sat to reason
Mostly he always bring the little insignificant story
To my reasoning ear as i plan to break too quick
In this little world i know
My father told me one day a story
When i hate my little sister so much
That i had to sell her gold,
Her priceless life for some foolish pleasure of hate
There my sister termed me hell
But in her rage my father rather speaks a story to us through her
A bird hatched a golden child
The future saviour for the world of the sky
each moment of her life
She had lived and gathered all the flying feather
To guard their golden future of the air world
Although her faith made her believe that through this golden child
A golden sky world will be built
The child destiny is even made to be seen in all the sky world
Unknown to her, the child must die
That has become the golden price, a golden save
The golden actualization of a glorious destiny
One golden morning, the golden cock goldenly announced
The golden death of the golden child
All fair feathers never understood the sound
But the heir mother knew the message
The world is doomed, she shouted
Our world is doomed
We have to fight for the glory and honour of our world
Our future is no hope and our end is now
We need to save our golden future
But to all the sky host feathers
No enemy or attack was seen around the corner
There the glory of the golden child lifted him up to be executed
The golden price, a golden heir, for a golden future
There the voice of the mother speaks in terrible oar
Yes, this is what i said, here the golden child
But inside my belly
There are so much gold that can change the world you see
Taking the golden child
And taking the golden world
Which stands better than the eagle?
Please, take all the gold in me
And spare the life of the golden child
Let him live for our world to live
There my father hissed a deep smile in anger
With a confused expression written all over his face he concluded
Gold is not life
But life is gold
Never sell gold because you will not know
When you are selling life.
Copyright © Chukwu Daberechi | Year Posted 2011
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DONJOURN WORLD
Help me for i want to know
Although to know for me is to be free
But not by all men, but by my freedom
I have been lying in this gutter world
Wondering why i cannot get up
Perhaps fight my way to the freedom land
Where i see all men work and walk in pleasure
Yet the more i see all men walk pleasurably on the land
I hate the morning that raise me down through the donjourn land
Early that morning i found out
That inside this donjourn is where most people in our world belongs
Funny enough is it in cry
As i found out that we have the same believe, share faith, one same blame
It is their fault; they are responsible for the big world in the gutter
I know that during the beginning there was no gutter
Infact, the world indeed was built without shallow pit
And ground of merciless abode as ours
Yet for men to be happy and share wickedness
They built this absurd kingdom
Every time i see one in the land kingdom and beg for their help
They have a recitation that made me believe
That their world is a world of same slogan, one belief
How did you manage to end up here
Find your way up, i have a lot on my hand
Yet the hand seems free, less occupy i swear
Although, it is a question and a little confusing answer
But sure painful, also a heart sincere message
A rather two edge sword
Our kingdom always dash the pains away
With the normal consolation word
I know they will all deny the charge
That we happen to exist here does not mean that we will end up here
One day i know by our complain and the God that put us here
By our side, we will at the end of the day join the land mob
But the space of time and what they are doing
And the endurance of the complain in them
Made me hate them by their will
In them i see much difference from me
Their will and my will, their see and my see
Have a lot of gap than our appearance
In theirs’, there is no way
In mine, there are ways
But i only want to find out the time
And if possible know how to break quick
To become the lord and king in the land kingdom
Early word by the land kingdom friend
Made me know that i hold my freedom
I was once like you but i never believe what you people says
And that is what led me to the land kingdom
I always think more than the land kingdom
One more mystery that no one knows
I think like the God that created all kingdom
Copyright © Chukwu Daberechi | Year Posted 2011
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PEACE WORTH SPEAKS
My brother-friend tried me
So much that i have to push the wall close to the fence
There my enemy saw me and the way i push
He smiled recklessly in mourning
Inside his mind his words speaks loud
How i wish the wall he push will fall the fence he protects
But the tried of a brother-friend
Made me know no wall or regard those fences
Little the efforts of the fence presses
As it pushes hard some messages
Millions of years you built this unique strong fence
You gave all against life for the fence
But lo and behold, you are damning nothing
Worth the fence to spoil the fence
I never knew you have this strength to push the wall
We could have built stronger fence in this fence
We could have made our strong hold stronger with higher hold
And made it a bit beautiful for the world to see
But to me the war has been decided
I will tell him my other coin of peace
For peace he taught he knew but i know more
It is not the peace that coin all time
And peace i know at this time is not resolution
But telling him that no one touches the scorpion tail
Without a stinky bite from the tail
Yea, i am happy he felt my bite
Oh, i have spoilt the fence by falling it down
It now has dawn on me
That i am no longer protected
For i have made more enemies see my weak point
I have sold my cover
The world now know who i am
Where i hide my strength
The store house of my weakness
As i long and desired to built back the fence
Even if it will no longer be the unique strong fence
But let me at least cover my nakedness
And the harm is been done
How i wish i know thee peace
How i wish i held thee oh peace
How i wish i understand thee before i did thee
For anger is worth deadly but not in peace
For peace protects, yet he calleth me in gentility
To wisdom out the value of its components, its doing
The future of what no man seeth
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When heart fail to laugh
man dies in agony
cause a friend told me that vision is living
aside that, life is full of frustration
for every life is chained to a long vision
and left man to question hugely to liveby,
i always remember it
living every morning by dreams
passion full with plans
moving up the rather of hope
as i seek direction and plan steps
however it may be
the truth remains in my dying mind
hungry to live above death
that worthy is a man with it
living in the same pardon with his vision
for a runner dont run without site
and a cripple wont walk without help
for no man is worthy of a life
he cant see afar off
for life is not today i live
but forever i stay in the life where every man leaves
Copyright © Chukwu Daberechi | Year Posted 2011
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When heart fail to laugh
man dies in agony
cause a friend told me that vision is living
aside that, life is full of frustration
for every life is chained to a long vision
and left man to question hugely to liveby,
i always remember it
living every morning by dreams
passion full with plans
moving up the rather of hope
as i seek direction and plan steps
however it may be
the truth remains in my dying mind
hungry to live above death
that worthy is a man with it
living in the same pardon with his vision
for a runner dont run without site
and a cripple wont walk without help
for no man is worthy of a life
he cant see afar off
for life is not today i live
but forever i stay in the life where every man leaves
Copyright © Chukwu Daberechi | Year Posted 2013
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HOW I WISH THEY KNOW
My dearest neighbour woke up early that morning
Unusually or perhaps usually unusually to me angry
Pushing through his window
In order to make way through unto the land
I drew nearer not by choice but by noise
As he broke his windows shatterdly on the ground
The net thorns him through as he struggles
There in the scene my mind spoke
Why wont you make use of the door
Because i was astonished at my dearest neighbour’s behaviour
I sincerely asked my dearest good neighbour
Because of that good i know my darling neighbour
His anger wage war annihilativly
As he forces himself through the window
But the fact remains, the window is too narrow
Its narrowness makes it undoable
My eager quest asked in quest unnoticely
Why suffer when you know what to do
The door is open and there is no hindrance i see
His mood quickly answered me
But i desire to hear the confusion of the mouth
As to why my dearest neighbour must suffer
These lost and time, yet not able to pass
Right through his eyes and acts i heard
Life is unfair, very unfair to be true
When i look to see a door
But i see no door to the doors i see others pass
Unfortunately, all i was able to see is a space
But the way in the space, there is no way
How do they think i can pass through a space
Right there, i wish they know
Spaces are there to be made way
Ways always have and entrance known as door
Early through the nature’s call
All that were in existence are spaces
To the first man the faces were so dim that he said
The space was without form and void
Yet he made the spaces ways
There and then his originality transferred to us beckon for action
As the space world was quickly made a way world
Other comes, to those who knew follow suit
Making ways in the spaces
Although, the spaces have been made form
For it to be easy to be made way
Truly, every man is ordained as the man
That created way out of void and no form space
Because it is man’s call, in us all, we have the power
Copyright © Chukwu Daberechi | Year Posted 2011
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