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Adieleobasi Micah Poem
I heard her call
I head her fall
Trying to pass the wall
Which was huge and tall
Steps of men were heard
Men moving in procession ahead
Procession of misery
To the New-world story
Put in chains and dragged
Dragged to start a voyage
For the vision is clear
They have lost again.
They greatly fear the journey cost
Journey towards the coast
Kept in dark dungeon castles
Which are not fit for cattles
But for only the permanent evil
Design and cultivated by devil
Which halt the black land
Drag poverty to the sand
But all I said in my loneliness
May heaven’s rich blessing come down
Down on any ones TEA
To help heal this open sore.
They had in their hands
Holy book and fancy weapons
Preaching the word
Holding the sword
Holy book to resurrect
Fancy sword weapons to destroy
Teaching man’s equality
Practicing man’s superiority
Which compounded my inferiority
Serve sugar-coffee to make me steel
To heal my heart they have steal
But the scar remains still.
Copyright © Adieleobasi Micah | Year Posted 2011
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Adieleobasi Micah Poem
Rush like a wind
The bad seed to find
A hallowed news spread
Wheat eat for bread
Jubilant road scream
For they watch long the scene
With the dim eagles eyes
Fading in the cold of ice.
May 27, 1999 was the year
Hooked and cooked for us to wear
Peacefully in troubles mind
A prophet to find
Democratic in its office
Dictator in its practice
A new way to sow
Masses entangled in row.
The fish eye-view high
Cut off the eagles eye
The wisdom of Solomon sink
Makes the Nation sick
For the cancer was planted
planted in the head of the dead
Dead that ravage the living
Living eight plus four season.
Who will bell the cat
A saggy Nation sat
In a hallowed posture wait
Hoping to have a saint
For in 1960 she wait
Wait upon 1999 to wait
A wait in 2007 that brings heat
And beyond 2007 she waits to eat.
Copyright © Adieleobasi Micah | Year Posted 2011
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Adieleobasi Micah Poem
OLE!
Crusade against Ole
Mob rush over a thief
Uniform armed robbers
Break thief water lobe
Kill the bastard!
Kill the bastard!
Echo from hell
Angered by frustration
Woods, stones and matchets.
Run! Little thief, run!
A spirit within echo
Run, or be caught by bigger thieves
For the tormentors verdict will come
Law against your existence
Thou at a menace
Menace to the society
But cheers!
As the bigger thief returns.
A.M.E
20/11/2000
Copyright © Adieleobasi Micah | Year Posted 2013
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