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My Fc Barcelona

My Barcelona


My fc Barcelona,
More than a team,
My heart has been seduced,
By your style of play.
The sun of European 
football,
You have brought joy and 
glory to her.
When you broke the arms  
of santos, 
The prince of South America
In Japan.


I always love to set my feet
On the blessed land,
Camp Nou.
Where the foundations was 
built with success. 
Where many mighty men,
Dread to play.
Where mourinho and 
madrid, were wounded 5-0.
And Milan sank.


The sky of Camp Nou,
Is painted blue and scarlet,
And there the chants of 
blaugrana,
From my white brothers, 
Sends sweet smelling 
savour 
To my ears.


Even the current king of 
football, was brewed
In La Masia.
And from Camp Nou he has 
ruled the
World of football for four 
years.


Many trophies dance in your
Cabinet,
And it's still hungry for 
many
Trophies this year,
Which will be quenched.
This season's champions  
league and Laliga leading 
the way.
Not even Anceloti can stop 
us, on our way to Laliga.
And bayern will be beaten, 
on our road to champions 
league
Final.

My Barça,
I will always love you till the 
end of time.

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Tribute To Dim Emeka Odumegwu Ojukwu

May we not forget
(Odumegwu Ojukwu) 

May we not forget the
Great Ikemba
The great pavilion of the 
igboland
Who gave us shelter and 
refuge when Gowon and 
his co-horts broke the Aburi 
pact
And came as predators to 
attack us.

May we not forget Eze ndi 
igbo gburugburu
The junior brother of moses
Who like his senior brother
Left his father's ocean of 
wealth
He wandered in the 
wildernes
Of the Nigerian Army
Where he prepared himself 
for the great task ahead.

May we not forget Ikemba 
and his disciples
Just like the good leader he 
was
He was in all battle field 
with them
Even though the blood 
thirsty bullet of the enemies 
Created a mighty in them
Yet they marched forward 
with their lion heart 
Just to secure our freedom
Many women became 
widows
Many women became 
childless
Many children became 
fatherless
Many lost their dear sons
The all paid for our freedom 
with their lives
Oh! May we not forget them.

May we not forget ojukwu
For thirteen long dreary 
years
He dwelt as a stranger
In Ivory Coast.
May we not forget the 
father of the Ibos
May we not forget him
Let's always remember his 
pains just to make us free.

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Late To School

The stick stung like scorpion
On his flesh
His face squeezes in smile
Of great pain
He scratches voilently
Trying to find some soothes

He is late to school
And he does 100 metres
All the way
All this he does only
To recieves lashes on his 
back

The teacher has turned to
Be the punisher
As she stood with a face
That is covered with  cloud 
Of anger,that scares all 
away.

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The Drunk

He dances to the
Rythm of wine
His movements unsteady
Pushed to and fro by the 
wind
Like a child learning
How to walk
He rises and fall

All eyes is fixed
On him
Suddenly he becomes
An entertainer
All enjoy his
Stupid act.

The path to his home
He cannot find
In the gutter he finds
A new home
The stones he uses as 
pillows
He is freed from the 
thoughts of life.

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The War Ravished City

The great city
The pride of the world
Lies in shame
All her beauty has been torn
The world watches her ruin
Her children has all been 
killed
By the blood thirsty bullet 
of the enemy

The little remaining remnant
Of her children
Walks round her fallen wall
Hungry and thirsty
All the tree are fallen down
And all her oceans and 
streams
Dried up
The well of tears in their 
eyes has dried up
And their mouth has left 
wailing for their fallen 
brothers and sisters

They look pitifully to the 
world
Their young ones now
Beg for alms
Even the suckling joins to 
beg
Oh! The once beautiful land
Has been made ugly by war.

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Bright Star

How i love you,
bright star.
(Smiling broadly
with eternal lips, alone in 
the moonless dark cloud)
(Full of splendour, though in 
a dark night)


Hanging alone without my 
moon in this dark cloud.
And the fair love, become a 
dark night.
Bright star, would i were 
joyous as you are.

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Love Letter

Love Letter.

The love that we once 
shared
Has been buried
Buried in the grave of past
From where the ghost
Haunts our memories
Even the trust we built 
For each other
Has been demolished
And daily we cast mountains
Of accusations upon each 
other
Hurting our hearts
Even the cat
And the rat
Are more friendly than us.

The front page of our
Early beginning
Was written in love
And painted with deep 
affections
Deeper than the bottomles 
pit
Higher than Everest
Stronger than the love of
Romoe and Juliet
That was when sweet
Promises
Gushes out of your mouth
Like water
Promises that became
My only meditation 
That was when the kiss 
Of your mouth
Sends my soul straight
To the doors of heaven
That was when i always
Long for the night
When my fingers
Take the task to tour your 
body
And wash you with pleasure

The crack on our bond
Came when we allowed
Rains of misunderstanding
To drench our bond
When my female friends
You mistook for my 
mistresses
And your male friends
I mistook as my rivals
Not caring to know 
Whether you share 
The same
Thick red water in your 
veins.

We have fought enough
We have wounded our
Hearts enough
Girl letst rebuild our
Fallen fence
And resurrect the dead love
Because deep inside
We know our souls are
Still knitted together
Even though we pretend
Not to care.

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Me and You

Some friends come and go
But you have always been 
with me
You are light
Your love radiates my soul
It's you that makes me glow 
always,
In you i found love

Your love has destroyed the
Umbrella of loneliness
That has always covered me
Because of you i now love 
to live
Unto you i will forever 
cleave


Seasons come and go
And the rivers sometimes 
will overflow their banks
And the world may 
sometimes seem to be mad
But yet in all turmoil
Out strong cord of love shall 
never be broken.