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Chidi Anthony Opara Poem
I tiptoed near the gulag
This eve of new year.
The gulag
Gagged like a grave yard.
I stooped
And waited.
Midnight
Ungagged the gulag.
I grinned
At the gust of "hapi nu ya!"
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They massed on the square,
The army of the masses.
Fists clenched,
Brandishing few swords
And few guns.
Not garbed in combat gears
Chanting war chants.
They advanced upon
The fighting force
Of the deep states
Garbed in full combat gears,
Fist fight ensued.
The fist fight
Turned into a sword fight,
The sword fight
turned into a gun fight.
The fighting force
Of the deep states
Vanquished
The army of the masses,
Melancholy enveloped the land.
Justice and equity
Became prisoners of war,
Accountability became victim of war.
Deprivation
Became companion of the people.
The deep states
Without conscience
Clicked wine glasses
And rode
In siren fitted automobiles.
The roads littered with potholes,
The streets littered with dirts
And emanciated beggars.
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'Tis November,
Downpour!
The rain rained in torrents,
Potholes filled with flood,
Automobiles
Snailed their way to and from,
Our climate changed.
The wretched,
Made wretched
By corrupt officialdom,
Famished,
Drenched,
Huddled in makeshift shelters
Bemoaning their sorry state.
The flood transported
Lifeless bodies of street beggars
To the depths of big drains.
The sirens blared,
Indifferent state officials
Driven
To and from nowhere
By daredevil drivers.
My eyes stricken with grief,
My heart heavy with sadness,
Cascade of tears
From my grief stricken eyes.
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Only fools try to control time.
* Consequentialism should first deal with subjective rather than objective definitions of good and bad.
* The truth should not be silenced because it gives some people goose bumps.
* The issue of choice does not arise in abortion. People should not have choice to or not to commit murder.
* In life poetry is replicated, in poetry life is explained.
*Applause is the best prize for an artiste.
*One who has greatness recognizes greatness.
*Justice is blind but does not bite the fingers that feed her.
*People get rich by working hard to create wealth and also by working hard to keep it.
*Most Laws Are Anti-Poor Because The Poor Do Not Become Law Makers.
*Do not throw stones at the other person because you would not know what the other person would throw in return.
*Freedom without the necessary restrictions is Absolutism. Absolutism in freedom works both ways; For and against you.
*The concept of Royalty is antithetical to the universally accepted maxim that; All men (and women) are born equal.
*How would gays contribute to continuity of humanity since there would be no conception?
*Apart from courage, you must have a good dose of stupidity to be a writer. You must be stupid enough to think that you can change the world with written words.
*There is always a confluence where idealism and reality meet.
*Laws are made and enforced by the conquerors for the conquered.
*The relevance of a writer should be measured by the number of ordinary people conversant with the works of the writer.
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Weird world evolves,
Weird creatures
Wired to gadgets
Evolve.
They articulate
And gesticulate.
They giggle
And tread
On the trajectories of living.
Their brains brim
With artificial intelligence,
They act like humans.
They are
The artificial humans.
Technology savvy humans
Reconstruct our humanity,
The religionists
Resign to the new humanity,
The ethicists
Seek to etch
Unethical on our minds.
The elasticity of our civilization
Stretches
And stretches,
Our civilization overstretched.
Years to come,
Our civilization
Overstretched,
Will snap.
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A new day
Without the sonorous
Songs of songbirds
And the bustle
Of busy humans and animals.
The sun struggled to rise,
Struggled to shine,
Weighed down
By the dark couds of July.
The clouds unleashed rain,
The rain drenched and drained
Our knapsack of knowledge.
The iron birds
Could no longer fly,
The medicine men,
The medicine women
No longer know
The cure for our illnesses,
Our civilization collapsed.
The rain
Rained in torrents
And drenched our earth
Devoid now
Of our knapsack of knowledge.
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The healers
Diagnosed the wrong ailment,
They applied the wrong medications,
They insist
On applying the wrong medications,
Their hailers hailed.
The patient relapsed into coma,
Loud murmurs in the land,
Silence,
Silence of the graveyard.
The healers strut,
Pretending to heal,
Their hailers hailed.
The loud murmurs prepare
To erupt into a revolt,
A bloody revolt,
A bloodbath.
The haughty healers
Strut
Pretending to heal,
The patient remains in coma,
Their hailers still hailing.
Dark clouds
Gather over our land
Like Damocle's sword,
Threatening to slay
The guilty and the innocent.
The healers still strut
Pretending to heal,
The patient remains in coma,
Their hailers are still healing.
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