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The Land Is Green

my flower grooms and blooms
          Nigeria, the land is green
        Ah, a sweet smelling ROSE

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The Entrance of the Sun

Lastly, the entrance of the Sun
Had woken up the sleeping trees
And painted their yellow leaves
With verdant and flourishing green 
Setting the farm onceagain into a lively place
With the plants in majestic prance
To the admiration of the moving air
Clapping and cheering as the stage vibrates
That is,
Our play we thought had died is risen again
And on that day, the atmosphere was alive and well
As the room was extremely gorgeous
The first group had performed well
And the walls had joined in hailing them
The second was more spectacular
And their performance was more like a jocular
With the entire seats all vibrating with laughter
But the last acorn from the trees
This is the group I belong to
Simply made the entire hall to roll into everlasting bliss

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My New Clothing

Anger has become my clothing
I wear it to party and even to church
Yet God said don't wear this clothing
Because the attire is against what I teach

Then, in obedience to that injunction
I hung anger in my wardrobe
And pretend to obey the instruction
When it's my favourite robe

Oh, miserable me!
I need help
Not for pleasure though
But with all my getting
To get understanding
Of this monstrous contrast.

For I wish in the depth of my soul
To bid perpetual farewell
Not to anger though
But to the spirit behind it

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Save the Flying

Flying is booming
planes are crashing
everywhere, anywhere, anytime
What is safe about it?!
men and women locked in a faulty box
young and old, profs and novices
trapped with their dreams
slashed and burnt into ashes
yet it's exotic, yet it's the fastest
while the world is losing its finest
it's not mere accidents
it's more accidents
most times, it's a miniature fault
the engineers never say it's elaborate
perhaps to disarm the blames
and then, retain business
on the blood of those who pay for the business
but it's always the black box
that bears the brunt
a lifeless machine
of the deaths of hundreds
in a twinkle of an eye
so lets take it away from the gigantic box
or instead paint it white
let the engineers replace the small box
with a life who can accept blames
and go to jail
for letting innocent souls be buried
in the graves they never envisaged

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There's No Need of a House Here

How can a man live
In a place where lives hardly thrive?
We earnestly wait in vain,
The things that will never be of gain.
So the weak becomes weaker,
As the troubles become thicker.
So, everytime we cry,
As the day gets deeper;
And compelled to fry
Our hopes in the burning heater.

How can we live
In a place ravaged with cruelty?
Mindlessly,
Men are stabbed to death,
Yet women are still giving birth!
For their children to be abused
Never to be rescued.
As fathers sob in hopelessness,
Because their offsprings roam the streets
And mothers wail in helplessness;
As their children scavenge for what to eat

O! Who can deliver us
From the tenacity of death?
This life does not belong to us;
This one that we live now,
Where we're suffocating,
From the stench aroma
Of this bitter-sweet soup.

Then, I was really glad to hear
That the grave was beckoning;
For there's nothing here,
So spectacular and appealing
Any bait that I would prefer
To that place beyond
Full of eternal funfair.

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Until I Met Life

I detested anger
Until I met life
Then, anger became my hanger
And an escape from strife.

I take it
Whenever I'm struck by living
Those unrepentant forces
That hit below the belt.

Anger never frustrated me
But life made me see red
So, many thought I was angered by life
Yet it was anger that saved me from strife.

Many would stay away
With anger as your friend
And their many troubles that hold sway
You would never ever attend.

Well, don't really say
Anger has become perfect
Because out of all that's evil
I just grabbed what I thought
Was the lesser evil.

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It Is a Pity

Relishing on sour foods left over night
Grains only fit for the husbandry
Sucking the unrefined milk after a cow’s fight
Generating the most unhygienic dairy
Diseases are thriving with unchallenged might
So everyone is a victim of the gory

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Imagine These

Imagine these…
What I gravely abhor,
Now I do with ease;
And an adult had his shirt tore,
A child is the one I tease;
I am the first among my peers,
All I got is only pears;
But the last amongst us all,
They offered the best gift of all;
I laid on the floor for saying the truth,
Never knew it’s a taboo here;
But then, a man who behaved like a brute,
Is the one they want to hear;
A man who needs my help,
Is the one who wants me in a trap;
The lame woman I saw in a bus,
Surprisingly is my new boss;
My father bought a new car,
But it was bashed in his old bar;
I sincerely love God,
And that’s all I’ve got;
To many I am a stark fool, 
And one who hardly knows the rule;
A fool for nothing,
For that I need true liberating;
They say.

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This One Man

Is man a fool?
Fool for who?
Who is he?
He is nothing
Nothing at all
All his life
Life is a struggle
Struggle for something
Something to eat
Eat for what?
What his body needs
Needs he never meets
Meets nothing but troubles
Trouble everywhere
Everywhere he goes
Goes to work
Work for people
People in the offices
Offices they built
Built from his sweat
Sweat from the inside
Inside gets sick
Sick, until he is dying
Dying, dying and dying.

Copyright © Ndubuisi Umezulike | Year Posted 2020


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