John Chizoba Vincent Poet Epic

Nkporo Ii

NKPORO II

In proportion to the gospel of man about creation

& evolution & sand of time,

living  in Nigeria  is to kill like  Osama Bin Laden without origin of profile,

& give your heart to crulty. Man down,

Father  picked up the apple for me his good--for-nothing-child; a living dead.

non-living son.

What do we do with this land of ours,  Nkporo?  I asked my brethren!

I believe you have me, Nkporo.

 I believe in dying & leaving a clean footprint.
make life a garden or a glorious victories 

& harvest  the good thereof in the hands of your grace. 
You're magical, Nkporo... 

 I don't  believe in living to die today but dying to live again, 
I believe in the depth of nothing; an empty house full of dreams. 

And she told me no place like home! 

©John Chizoba Vincent
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