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THE GATE OF DEATH

           THE GATE OF DEATH
 
I will shut my gate; and no man can open it.
And if I open it; all men shall come in once because of hunger in their world.
The bodies that entered  me daily is unbearable.
The entrance of my gate has been battered.
Come  with your money;   ye  affluence  that desire  my beautiful gate.   
The weeping voices , blood stain of the  innocents  and the curses that follow some death into my gates;  Scared me.
 I am only an entrance  for your  journey  and not comforter of the  bereaved. 
I   lift up my gates, for evil souls to enter without  security check on them, yet they refused   to enter.  
They are waiting to snoop –on  my gate;  in my gate no detective enters and return.     
The imagination of hell kept many souls from dying, 	
The gate of death where only the dead  in Christ dances for eternity.

My entrance is a sepulcher of peace  for those that come in full age and lived rightly.
Gate of death where entrance is  optional.
The faces of sepulchral, gloomy and  somber tone    voices  of  farewell never  seize.
Foot prints of the  dead   has broken my gate.   
But the  architectural  splendor of my gate  which  split personalities; 
Whenever they come in contact,  
I will shut my gate against unhappy faces; and corpses will walk freely with the living  until the  time appointed.
Written by
Pastor Emmanuel Brown Omojevwe

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BE GRATEFUL FOR ONCE

                               BE GRATEFUL FOR ONCE

The sky never complain of no rain; her skin keeps shining.  
Neither the soil complain of no water; her texture stands beautiful.
Other creatures are grateful to God except man; 
Man,  yes  the  desires of wanting everything; 
 kills the zeal of other creatures not  to be  grateful to their  Creator.
Man, left the earth and owned  houses under the water and  the space.
The sky is angry because man  occupies their ecosystem,  planes vibration made the sky go deaf;  smoking engines of  planes  blind the eyes of the sky. 
Man wants to own  everywhere. 
Where do you want other creatures to stay and live? 
man’s  ungratefulness  weakened  the universe.
Be grateful for once,

You had good life  others don’t have , yet you wouldn’t  let less privilege be;
Considered  those who have died and gone; some gone earlier than written,
I closed  my eyes maybe I  can  see my  kids and  my wife, but see them not;
The desires to gathered  what  I don’t need, died in me.
Have you considered those who have nothing, yet happy? Gratefulness.
Look your day of  death; your  wealth will not hold you back;
In your grave where you laid, your ear gone  stone dead. Your eyes  blind sleep; you nose smells no more  the  fragrance of perfumes that cost fortunes;
As  I looked  back into  my youthful age, I saw times of my ungratefulness ;
Found memories  of the past, let tears down ;    Oh my youthful age;  why you  don’t tell me the end of my beauty from the  beginning?
Looking at my bone and my  skin now;  limited places I can go and  no one lost after my beauty.
Be grateful for  once.

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Pastor Omojevwe Emmanuel 

Copyright © Omojewve Emmanuel Brown | Year Posted 2020

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corruption

                              CORRUPTION
As the tree branch its hands to collect  wind
So do  men  branch  out their hand to  offer and collect my willingly. 
Sweetness, and  bitterness of life are my  darkness works
Those who eat from me  are those singing  the song- let’s stop corruption. 
Who can say, am the cause of  drought  in  all nations?
Everywhere, echoes of your senseless possessions, crimpled the  lands
Look inside you, you will see corruption seed happily growing.
Colour  of skins, no longer fear  but trend on  my path.
Some kill to magnified me; some are roped into my wide name.
The  mouth  of the corrupted wants me stop  for better life
Better life  they never intended for any living souls 

I am  everywhere: in the  church, in the mosques, in the families, in the schools;
Even in the bedroom of individual. I am there.
As the nose stood on the face,  so do I;  in your mind 
What you do not need;  you do  have  them.
You give birth to me daily in your blood and tongue
Your eyes sees me  and glued to me.  
To end me,  is to end all humanities;  all  have corrupted.
Who can says  am not part of him or her?
The only truth in  your mouth is me.
I am the bedrock of distinct colour’s economy
I made them rich and  kept others  borrowers. 
I made some rich, I made some  rotten in jail, while some are  permanently poor.
Famine, marginalisation, mass death;  strengthen my existence and co-existence.
I walk through dispensations  till date. 

Those who enjoyed me  pervert  the course of  justice and fairness
Oh, thou that eat from my table, why do thou want me sentence?
Has thou considered: your husband, wife, children and friends who I fed fat? 
I have come to stay in this world  since man never think to stop wanting more;
You called me  corruption, but I called you  my seed.
I am  god to the  rich and enemy to the poor.
If I smile to your faces or  hands , no one  can resist and flee 
I gummed your eyes and palms as the fluid in the bone.   
I am  due for  legalisation and honour
honour  me as  you do for those  I made.
Having headaches daily on how to end me  
never stop me from living in the  heart of men.
I need  recognition;  sign ne into law  worldwide. 
by Pastor Omojevewe Emmanuel

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THE SNAKE

                                      THE SNAKE
The terror of  night;  the  terror of  day,
The longest creature on earth and sea. 
In length, I am fearful  to men, In  braveness, man worship me;
I have no hands non legs, yet I move faster than others.
In the garden,  where I was; man was my friend,
Until Satan borrowed my name;
I gave my name to him without considering  the future.

I am not the  serpent that steal your dominion  non  your enemy.
 I am in  pains as you are;  why do you  fearfully refused to eat my meat?
Only those that knows  my values  embrace my meat.      
In your markets  I am unpopular in demand, 
If you want to use me for shoe, Bags or  social entertainments;
You don’t remember that you once rejected me.
On God of creation, when will  you hear my cry?
The world is against me.  Who will vindicate me?
I need my name back, my honor  restored, my friendship with man back.
I need my legs and hands back, I am created as you are. 
If I have my hands and legs, man will not call me evil.
    
I am the pride of beauty, my products in your markets  speaks volumes;
In the rock, in the forest, in the cities, in zoos, in your sitting rooms   I am  there.
If you feared me, stop buying  products, stop having me as pet.
I have my pains, you have yours, I never accused man  of me  not having legs or hands,
Yet you blacklist me.
O h my God, come with the wings of healing and heal my hands and legs.
I am one of your creatures , look down upon me and wipe away my tears.
If my legs and hands are kept inside, how can I praise you as others do?
My shining skin, that added beauty to me are your works, 
 Looking  ahead, my future’s beauty reminds  me  of  thy wondrous  works. 
   
Written by
Pastor Emmanuel Brown Omojevwe 

Copyright © Omojewve Emmanuel Brown | Year Posted 2012

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BREAK THE WALL

                                   BREAK THE WALL

                                                         
The wall of differences that tore us apart,
Keeps standing in words of sightless and visionless minds. 
As thick  as the wall of our  differences; resist the  voice  of colours. 
roofs are leaking;
The wall of  greed  that invented  our differences; 
When broken, new wall of  patriotism, will spiral- bound  nations. 
The walls of  ancient values  are falling  and depreciating.
The wall  between the rich and the poor gradually closing its gap,
As the roof leaked reports. 
Break the walls, break the  inequalities of colors on the  walls,
All colors on the wall, spin  story on eyes. 
Break the wall of currency and build lasting wall of economy;
Break the wall of  titles and retain honor.

Break the wall of  rich and the poor; then, the economy  will spin round quickly.
Erecting  the wall  of  victimization;  civilization  stands  no value. 
Hands and voices are waiting to break the wall of  ethnic  divisions;
Wall of religion differences that spiral out  tension and blood;
That makes  our  salubrious world   horror of horrors.   
Who dare  to  break the wall?  
Either  they that erected  it or those that will never forget  the pains.
The hands  of the  incarcerated  and those who bore  scars of  marginalization  are relentlessness.  
The wall must be broken; either in peace or in blood.
Written by:
Pastor Omojevwe Emmanuel Brown 

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PEACE

It is Incredible to see famine in all the places, on earth, in heavens and underneath the earth.
Various lives in each kingdoms are crying for   bailout  package;
The animals , human, even the ants, are demanding for bailout;
 The birds in heavens, the fishes in the sea  and the dead bodies  underneath the earth are not left out.
Protesting  for their stolen rights to be restored and a total removal of famine. 
What a world of protest and bail out  we created for ourselves?

Sleeping with one eye closed and one eye opened  has become  new  security measure.
Land and sea that supposed to yield its kinds are into  serious famine.
All creatures, are now  fasting as a result of famine YOU  brought upon  land and sea.
Homes of the poor, famine is biting  harder than ever before; the ants that eats from home are starving  of hunger, aquatic animals are dying,  herdsmen are now eating sheep meals. 

The bridge of success has been broken;  replaced with struggles and hawking in the streets of  all nations.
Hawking yes! Our bodies in  streets under a dark blue lights, where both literates and illiterates are equal.
I am driven  to famine by YOU.
Famine  made me to do what you all  called terrorism, kidnapping, suicide bomber that you  invented and now condemned  with one side of your lips.
In my famine, you employed me to destroy innocent people, properties of nations  and made more monies for yourselves.
The more you drive me into famine, the more my bile is split.
Calling for famine is calling for war and calling for war is calling for more famine.
Stop political  greedy war, democratic  famine war  in all nations will stop.
Written by
Pastor Emmanuel Brown Omojevwe

Copyright © Omojewve Emmanuel Brown | Year Posted 2012

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SAVED

                                                    SAVED
We are saved  by His word
We are saved by  His power
We are saved by  His  salvation
We are saved by His mercies
We are saved by grace
We are saved by hope 
We are saved by faith 
We are saved by  His name
We are saved by His death on the cross
We are saved by obedient 
We are saved by His love
We are saved by the final form of love which is forgiveness.
No one can be saved  by works, neither  by doing good to the poor;
Save, is the reason of our Christianity.
Christianity without save is like future without history.
Looking at save, history of  my future is complete. 
Living a life without been saved; is living an empty life.
I am  saved
BY:
Pastor Emmanuel .A. Brown

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I HATE THE WORD 'LOVE'

Love, I hate you but you pretend  not seeing me,
Those that love you are like you,
Through you many has paid with their lives.
The rich speak of you yet they kill, destroy and steal;
who really love us or the world we all lived?
I will not love until genuine LOVE comes.
Genuine LOVE created the world but imperfect love;
Created hunger, greed, evil, bombing and terrorism.
I hate those that love you in pretence.
Humanities loves you yet they break each other's heart,
Women, drinks you daily like water; speaks of you than God, yet you break homes.
Souls are waiting for perfect and caring Love that once given freely;
There will be peace if you all love me as it were in the beginning,
I hate you since humanities will not stop using  you to destroy.
Oh LOVE of God when will you return?
Souls are waiting your voice of caring and equality,
when you come, I will love again.
Written by:
Pastor Emmanuel.

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I REGRET CALLED MONEY

Iam crying  for freedom; Yes, freedom, I am losing my value.
I was used  as trade by   barter and I  lost my values,
you  forced me into paper, my value depreciated.  
For you to carry me about;  you  forced me into plastic- credit cards
What have I done to you? 
I promised myself never to come back in the next world.
Crimes I committed not;  I settled. When will you pay for your  own crimes without  dragging me to pay?
I became significant in the world of  bribery and corruptions;
what have I done to deserve the cry in my heart? 
 Stay away from me;  you that  love me. 
 If I  fly away;  the  voice  of  the poor saying into my ear:  there's no money –“economic meltdown”.
Tell  the rich to grant me freedom from wherever I am kept.
Yes Freedom!  I paid for everyone’s  freedom but nobody think of mine.
Until the poor  start to fight  for my freedom;
Their pocket will remain dried while the rich get  richers.
 War against the rich, and get me freedom once and praise me in your homes.
where are you money? 
The poor cried. In  the pocket and private banks, and savings in their homes; there I  will be  find. 
The rich are the cause  of my scarcity; Iam lonely in their private bank accounts , separated from the joy the poor.
Spill their blood and you will find me available again.
The rich are the root  cause of all evil and not me –money.
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Pastor Emmanuel Brown.

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WAR

                                             Driven to war
As the horse is driven to the  streams so was I driven to war.
Hardship in my mother’s  house   drove  me to war of hunting for survival.
In my father’s  tent  where I was, you came and drove me to war.
The money offered;  forced me to kill in the war that I never intended to fight
Papers  obtained with hardship  that are wasting  in my hands;  drove  me to war.
Driven to war is  driven to sudden death; and  driven to exile is  driven to untold  hardship.
  
My quest for justices and  fairness in sharing of  the cake  drove me to war.
I became like a woman approaching menopause that is yet to marry;
That is  driven into a  war of hanging out  with  married men.
War everywhere !  war everywhere! ……,
Who cares what is driven me to  war?
Hands of  the greed  has  driven peace and love  into  an exile, and war has  suddenly taken her  root down into   the soil of human mind.

Everything in life has suddenly becomes  a war,  many are driven into spiritual war,  physical war and battles of unknown, just to make a different in life.
There is no one  left out of war, we all are driven to war.
In my  exile, I heard of various  wars  and murdering  in my father’s land,
War to obtain  bright future in  exile, seems  difficult as the finger of war spread across nations. 
Which  kingdom war does not exist?
The kingdom of Jesus that shall come shortly.  
  Written by
Pastor Emmanuel Brown Omojevwe 

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