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Onwuka Akuma Poem
Rattled by a few folks whose intents are unknown
Terrified Earth trembles at its own shadow.
Both believers of the holy Cross of renown
And the lot who face Mecca every noon
Feel this palpable cloud of fear and gloom.
Watchdogs seem to gaze solely on the moon
Unsure of these beasts’ beliefs and aspiration.
Procreating under the shadow of the crescent
They unleash terror in a cloak of divine inspiration:
But the wise one world is not deceived!
Our shared web will capture our common enemy
And abort cross-cultural threats being conceived.
Sleep will yet fill the eyes of our young ones
Bringing with it the liberty we once achieved.
Copyright © Onwuka Akuma | Year Posted 2011
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Onwuka Akuma Poem
His paws pounced on the breast of the Nile
And left Ham crushed, crippled and comatose.
No son of the East woke up with a smile
Seeing Pharaoh’s dale was overwhelmed by flood.
The world watched in wonder the 10/40 window,
While the wounded waited for help from abroad.
Beloved Nile, now bereaved of her sense of direction,
Wasted her waters in the wilderness against her wish
Disappointing the desperate hopes of many a nation.
O, Brute, what do you stand to gain?
What joy will this death and dearth give you
Now that our past labours are all in vain?
Our cries each morn stir up influences beyond this realm:
Prepare for war because we are not alone.
Copyright © Onwuka Akuma | Year Posted 2011
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Onwuka Akuma Poem
Put off that cigarette, please,
Your health and mine are at risk.
Cause that white smoke to cease
The earth needs not the heat,
Or do you want to sink beloved Greece?
You endanger humanity’s haven and meat
Each time you light that match.
Soon many will have no food to eat
When the incubated icy lands hatch.
Oceans pregnant with storms draw nearer to labour
As your kind rise to pipe, batch by batch.
Hold my hands as a friend and neighbour,
Let my companionship bring you warmth
And lift you high with its ethereal flavour.
Copyright © Onwuka Akuma | Year Posted 2011
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Onwuka Akuma Poem
There is nothing like one’s home –
A haven which flows with milk and honey,
A home built by hands from holy heaven
Which we bought not with money
But with obedience which was no burden.
We have become strangers in a foreign land
Because of our sin and perversion.
Give us a second chance in that lovely land
To create, O Creator, the first impression.
Just a glimpse of home would make us less forlorn.
O Albatross, lead us to the East
From where we were hauled to this lawn
Where even red wine and bread made with yeast
Make our hearts sad, yes, forlorn.
Copyright © Onwuka Akuma | Year Posted 2011
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