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Michom Onwuzuruike Poem
Is this it,
Is this what becomes of
All our hard work,
All our efforts,
All our dedication.
We have nothing left,
Except our lives
And a very distant hope
That things will turn out just fine
Tears flow fast from our eyes,
Like the water that washed away our livelihood.
Copyright © Michom Onwuzuruike | Year Posted 2024
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Michom Onwuzuruike Poem
Looking at the past,
Thinking of what I thought will last.
Thinking of what happened before.,
Knowing that the future will be a bore.
I sincerely hope and pray,
That my tomorrow is better than yesterday.
Copyright © Michom Onwuzuruike | Year Posted 2024
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Michom Onwuzuruike Poem
The Mesopotamians,
The birthplace of writing, building the ziggurats and palaces.
The Greeks,
Warriors and philosophers, diverse in their ways of thinking.
The Romans,
Masters of conquests and destruction.
The Egyptians,
With creative minds and architectural prowess.
All are different and diverse.
But they still all believe that they are the one.
They believe that they are the protagonists of our world.
Portraying their stories in their own immaculate light,
Shining in their versions of stories mixed with lies,
As the centre and hero of the story.
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Michom Onwuzuruike Poem
Smiles and positivity
Makes the weight of an elephant
Feel lighter than an ant.
With our minds unburdened
And hearts free,
We can fly away
And experience freedom
Copyright © Michom Onwuzuruike | Year Posted 2024
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