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Omojewve Emmanuel Brown Poem
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
Copyright © Omojewve Emmanuel Brown | Year Posted 2013
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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.
Written:
Pastor Omojevwe Emmanuel
Copyright © Omojewve Emmanuel Brown | Year Posted 2020
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Omojewve Emmanuel Brown Poem
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 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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Omojewve Emmanuel Brown Poem
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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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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SMILING MONSTER
The earth shakes; rivers are drying, air whispering tears;
Trees are afraid of standing outside, as warplanes hovering.
Dead bodies of humans has become sand everywhere,
You kill them; you adopt their children; you advertised innocent children on medias
Calling for money donations, children are crying; women are in sorrow.
Little children are crying; stop using us to beg for donations,
you made us homeless and parentless
What a world of monsters! Caused by greed.
Little children cries on the streets and camps seized sleep out of my eyes,
Going to my comfort bed has become sorrowful,
when I see millions without bed to sleep on, no food to eat
but feeding on flies has become daily diets.
You tear apart our lives; when we didn’t prepared for it.
You are happy; using us to beg for donation and aid;
to show charity and love, which you can’t offer.
Our swelling stomachs, faces, and legs are malnutrition inflicted on us by you
Monsters! Monsters!! Monsters!!! Is what you are.
Little children are crying, crying, crying…..; wanting their voice to be heard.
You stand in front of your co-taskmasters and those alive but not living;
Promising comforts and cares; Which you offered in disguise.
When wars and killings you planned have not stop,
missiles are dropping at our backyards.
Lies hovered on your lips each time you promise peace.
In fears, and in uncertainty, we sleep on dried leaves openly as animals;
Yes! Animals. Your bombing smoked us out of homes into camps
Where you capture us for second slavery.
Which death will I prefer?
Death of chemical weapons, or death of fearful bullets;
Or death of starvation, or death of homelessness or death of joblessness?
I am afraid of the death of slavery imposed on me.
Oh God come and fight for weaponless souls,
Send your arms of justices quickly, else your beautiful earth will be void
Of your image.
-By Pastor Omojevwe Emmanuel
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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.
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Pastor Emmanuel.
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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
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Pastor Emmanuel .A. Brown
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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
Copyright © Omojewve Emmanuel Brown | Year Posted 2012
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