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Look at the floor of heaven Laid with patterns of bright gold For us they are but little orbs But in his motion Like angels they sing So many songs of harmony To the souls of immortals And while this muddy vesture of decay Does gross in them We mortals cannot hear it. Hold your fortune for your bliss A gentle scroll A diamond ring All gone Loss upon loss Life upon life Death upon death Pain upon pain A man of the people The villainy the beasts taught him That he executed Until things fell apart Judge him not And mourn him a legend Chinualumogu! For whose sake The Arrow of the gods granted justice. Christopher Okigbo called them beasts David Diop called them vultures For me They were weeds on our soil Colonial masters Who awakened our sleeping lions Achebe threw the bomb And died before it exploded This cooled his friends And awakened his enemies They laughed at his losses And scorned all his gains He seeked not revenge Yet his silence scrapped all nations Thwarted their bargains And with two heads of fools He repaid them for one And then There was a Country He chose not what many men desired And rejected the barbarous multitude; Crystallized the inferiority complex And fought back to back For Africa. No ill-luck stirred at first No tears but of our shedding No sighs but of our breathing Various creditors sprang Enemies arose Yet he'd give up nothing for the wilderness of monkeys Nor for the generation of wolves An ambassador of love rarely seen His pleas were for the taunted and corrupt And with his graciously seasoned works He obscured the shows of evil What damned error! But some superior would bless and approve it with a text Hiding the grossness with faint ornaments. Look on beauty And you shall see It is purchased by the weight Often have you been told That all that glitters is not gold Farewell, the hope of Africa For now your suit is cold We love and miss you But our prayers with you shall be Oh lord Arise and await For his gentle spirit Unto you dear god Commits itself to be directed The Beautyful ones are indeed not yet born But the born indeed are most beautifully precious Adieu Albert!

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Date: 4/12/2014 7:44:00 PM
Hi Chioma, ... CONGRATULATIONS:) on having your poem featured on the soups HOME PAGE. <3 =LINDA
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Date: 4/7/2014 5:39:00 AM
A brilliant write. Congratulations on your poem being featured this week , chioma
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Date: 5/25/2013 11:00:00 AM
Chioma, your poem is very enjoyable :-) A nice warm welcome to Poetry Soup. Wishing you the best in your writings. I hope you find this community to be one of the best. May you find inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets, and myself? If you ever want or need feedback on any given poem, please look me up by clicking on my name anytime you're on line. I'm looking forward in becoming your #1 poetry soup fan. Keep me posted every time you post a poem <3 LUV ~SKAT~
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Date: 5/13/2013 5:59:00 AM
This a brilliantly descriptive poem of life in most African States-- coming from right down the bottom end-- S. Africa-- we see the same. I love the way you have used religious connotations. The last verse is beautiful.
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Date: 5/13/2013 6:02:00 AM