Email Poem

Your IP Address: 216.73.216.65

Your Email Address:

To Email Address:

Subject

Personal Note:

Poem Title:

Poem

Who set the fire that is burning now?
Who set the fire under mother's anus
Towards the southern part of our home?
Why is the sky polluted in inferno now?
Have they seen  the avengers over there?
Why all this killing and bombing there?


Not my Nigeria again in the Southern 
Resurrecting from her death long ago!
I thought they have been settled long ago.
What is  the eastern wings agitating for?
Is the west alright or are there chaos there?
What about the Northern part of mother's arms?


Who set the fire burning mother right now?
Is it the black liquid that nature gave us?
Is it the cocoa that we neglected years ago?
Or have they drunk in power of karisheka?
Have they been initiated with evil and greed?
Who set the fire under mother's anus tell me?


Not my Nigeria I see dancing confused there!
Not my Nigeria, not my rich mother that is naked;
Insane of what they have done, insane of greed!
Where are the herdsmen that drinks blood joyfully?
Where are those that loots and gathers mother' pride?  
Not my Nigeria I see battling with a flame of tears!


Who set the fire on mother's head this morning?
Who planted the pains that caused the madness?
Loveless corruption knocks mother down always
with Heartless  beings seated on her throne to rule.
Who set the fire in the southern forest that makes
Mother's pain dominate her gain before the sun?


Come with me let's go to the south and speak,
Let's talk to them about mother's broken arms,
The arms that broke the image of her image.
Come let us move to the east and settle them,
Let's quench the fire that has spread like Ebola,
Mother needs me and you to succeed this now!



(C) John Chizoba Vincent
      Voice Of Vincent 2016

CAPTCHA Preview

Type the characters you see in the picture

Required