Details |
Alexander Amete Poem
Light and Darkness
Have you ever paused to ponder
Why the creator in his wisdom
Made death the only doorway
Leading to the Heavenly Kingdom?
Have you ever paused to ponder
Why the creator by his order
Separated the endless darkness
To give the world twelve hours of light
And twelve hours of dreadful night?
Don't you know He could make it all light?
You could ask: do we really need the night?
As we continued seeking answers
To these and other questions like them
Let's concede to the concession
That neither of light nor darkness
Can exist exclusively anytime, anywhere
So, light your kindle for light
And protect it against the forces of night.
Copyright © ALEXANDER AMETE | Year Posted 2025
|
Details |
Alexander Amete Poem
Don't tell me I will die
For I know I will die
Why tell the bird it will fly?
Why tell the neonate it will cry?
Nature designed these things to be
And I need no third eye to see
And know that they’re meant to be
But you stretch your staff to the sky
And tell me that my people will cry
Because there are signs that I'll die
What you have just done isn't prophecy
No, it is even worse than heresy
For it’s the most high’s name
You have just called in vain
Doomed are they who rely on your lies
Who gave you the single key of their lives
Believing that you speak for the most high
Because they can’t see through your lies
And to you the true priests of the most high
You must expose the fake priests and their lies
Tell the whole world where the real truth lies
That we may understand the true meaning of life
Copyright © ALEXANDER AMETE | Year Posted 2025
|
Details |
Alexander Amete Poem
NOW THAT WE ARE AWAKE
Now that we awake –
We had all the long while
Been in deep dreamless slumber
And while we were still
Still slumbering in our
Unreal bed of red roses
They planned, practised and projected
What “tomorrow” would likely bring
Now that we have realized with pain
That the “tomorrow” we failed to plan for
Has changed herself to “today”
We watch with mouth agape
As their deep buried conduit pipes
In our land of milk and honey
Drain the natural resources
That had sustained our life hitherto
Shall we fold our arms, do nothing or
Jump on the mass exodus bandwagon
While they milk our land dry?
Can we by this endless wailing
And tearful row and retorts
Within and outside our shores
Free our land, our people
From their firm and hurting grip?
Can we by mere declaration of innocence
Wish away the doom that looms?
Now that we are awake
Let’s answer these questions sincerely
As we continue to search for freedom.
Copyright © ALEXANDER AMETE | Year Posted 2025
|