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The Less Privileged

Having the luck of being born into the claws of poverty
Our strength and power cannot carry us to freedom, why?
For like stagnant waters we lay still unwillingly
Knowing that our fate lies in the hands of God.
Every day we sleep with hunger and wake with anger,
And some of us simply pray for death to hasten his call.
Even though the reception there is incomprehensible,
Still, death appears the only way, the remedy.

Although by providence or coincidence unknown,
Some of us have left us behind untold.
Call them money miss road or money found road,
They remain the emigrants of poverty
The immigrants to the cream of society.
And we stay to welcome and accommodate,
Not only those who are born into our world, 
But those who had but little stay in the rich world,
As they come rushing like waterfalls,
For now they have a new name, ‘the less privileged.’

The ambitious among us have wishes and dreams, 
And strive as we can, the situation remains the same.
But the struggle to achieve is not to end,
For our everyday song is ‘we shall overcome.’
Yet we cannot blame God for our fate, why?
Some who are rich wish they are like us with peace, 
And we cannot be here and there at the same time.
Our main focus now is in heaven, the kingdom of God.
For there we shall have rest, wealth, and joy, 
All of which here we have not but need much.
Till then, when equilibrium shall prevail,
God, give us this day our daily bread.  


Peter Edoziem

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The Niger Delta Story

"Once upon a time," my grandfather used to say,
Our homeland was awesome to behold.
Lush green mountains beautiful to behold,
Surrounded by forests unravished and virgin,
Wild creatures prancing and happy birds chirping,
Men and animals had respect for one another.
The air smelt of peace and the land was pure,
Crystal clear rivers, home to healthy fauna and flora,
Borded from the land by rich mangroves,
The beauty of nature unveiled, unperturbed.
"Those were the good old days" he would say.

"Things are no longer the same" my father would say.
The world has been turned upside down,
There is hardly a tree left in our forests.
The mountains now look like heaps of sand,
Wild creatures lament the threat of extinction,
The songs of the birds are undulating dirges,
A cold war ensues between man and the creatures.
Poisoned air reverberates the atmosphere,
The purity of the land is lost to civilization.
Fauna and flora mourn the living-dead state of rivers,
Exposed further by the emasculated mangroves.
Everything judged before the judgement day.
"Things have fallen apart" he would say.

Where have the lush green mountains gone to?
What became of the unravished virgin forests?
How did the wild creatures all disappear?
Why do the birds sing only songs of sorrow?
Which substance transformed the fresh and peaceful air?
Who polluted the rivers and endangered fauna and flora?
These are questions I dread when I tell my children stories. 


Peter Obiora Edoziem.

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Treasure Threshold- Dedicated To Institute of Petroleum Studies, University of Port Harcourt

Excellence of spirit begets
Excellence of mind.
Innate in some it resides
Others strive to imbibe.

Climbing a mountain requires
Skills commensurate with the task.
Energy sapped, discomfort induced
Food eaten, transforms to vapour.

Friends abandoned below 
For the joy of mentors above.
Looking not below still
Focus placed above ever. 

To the uninformed observers
Such unpardonable self-hate.
Yet the ascension unabated
Leads to a glorious beginning.

Exhilaration marks the arrival,
The arrival goads inspiration,
Inspiration steers to fulfillment,
Welcome to the centre of excellence!


  Peter Edoziem

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Vanity-In-Vanity

Madness about everything,
Craziness about nothing,
The complacency of the aboriginals.
Unlike the tail-wagging syndrome
Of the black man, a hyperbole!
The truth of nature prevails.
Yes, upon their claims of immunity.

“We taught you the how and why of life,”
The songs of the humbug pioneers hear!
For every claim they claim to claim,
Has but a counter claim to be claimed.
What we do we do in vain for vain glory,
And those who taught us to build and merry,
Have also tutored us to kill and bury,
To destroy even our faith, assumed a fake.

Bid the Town Crier spread the word,
Although we eat the intestine, we detest the dung,
Our men marry our women and
Husbands know their wives, their wives!
We bring life and celebrate life, don’t we?
From where cometh this madness of 
Celebrating the feat of mass death?
Now our forefathers cry for the land to be appeased,
This abomination unknown to us brought to us.
 
I hear the requiem song of fauna and flora,
Echoed by those affected by the pollutants.
They howl the dirge indeed as a hullabaloo.
Extinction threatens existence and nature!
Pollution pollutes even the polluters of nature,
Then the polluted becomes the pollutant.
But if therefore there is immunity of the polluter,
And the polluter remains yet unpolluted,
Let all in one voice wail… Retributive justice, come!

...Peter Obiora Edoziem

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Discordant Daughter of Discord

How doth thou appear so alluring,
When thy content is but aworrying?
Though thy beauty and elegance I apprehend,
Thy charm and power I can’t comprehend.
Tall, short, fat, and slim doth thou appear.
Thou appearest dark, fair and other colours I hear.
But do I conclude that thou art the same, all the same?

When thou doth appear in thy nude,
My eyes in utter amazement look.
My mind to the realms of ecstacy wanders off,
And uneasiness and eagerness trigger-off.
Those two things on your chest, the breasts,
Though like explosives they stand abreast,
Yet my hands itch to grab and feel them.

In my juvenile haste to discover thee,
I did lose my sanctity and manhood to thee.
The insatiable appetite for thee still lingers,
Yet the unthinkable satisfaction lies in none.
Do I quit or do I continue the adventure?
Now my whole life seems a wasteful nomenclature,
For all my expedited ventures ended the same.

All thy beauty and elegance now seem so shallow,
And so deceptive art thou that I now call thee shadow.
Indeed like a shadow, thou runneth when I pursueth,
And when I run from thee, I look back and behold, thou pursueth.
But the point of contact lies ahead,
When neither of us can run from ourselves,
Then the inevitable providence will take its stand.

When we thus cleave to each other decidedly,
With thy head on my chest, thou shall sleep and wake excitedly,
My meals thou shalt prepare and garnish,
And I hope my insatiable appetite for thy kind will varnish.
For thou art thus become my Eve, the mother of my children,
Oh Daughter of Zion, uncertainty beclouds me!   


Peter Edoziem

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The Star

Risen from the blues of gloom,
The indicator of glorious boom.
Made of sterner stuff and
Seen only by eyes divined.
From the East appeared once,
All focus attracted of the wise ones.

The way rigorous and distant,
Unimaginable for weak stance.
The willing heart of flesh
Unveils the power afresh.
That which must be done,
Needs not be allowed be gone,
All the way followed by men adorned.

Can it be true of one and of others?
That a star once seen and 
Followed by men,
Can again be seen and
Followed by other men.
Once it shines and is spotted,
Providence will convey men of honour,
Who, duty-bound, must pay homage.

For every generation there is,
And strive as it does,
Darkness hides him not.
Dark-hearted men merge,
Weapons at heart ready to strike.
But he shines forth with vigour,
Bestriding the globe like a new
Colossus...

The Leading Star!


Peter Edoziem

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My Sunshine

My nerves quaked when the words 
Flowed out of your mouth like magma.
Melting every point of guilt in me,
But soothing every good intention in me.
How painful the experience to recall,
But most painful the experience to restore.
But for imperfection in the blood and bone,
Perfection would have perfected itself so,
With goodness and mercy in the blood.
I have searched in the imperfect for perfection,
I have found contamination with imperfection.
When placed between the bad and the good,
I have often chosen the bad to the good
In defiance of reason, knowledge and wisdom.

It is either eclipse of the moon or eclipse of the sun.
It was almost a helpless situation in consistency run.
But you shone your light to illuminate my life.
For all the hopelessness became hope and came alive.
In my weakness you have remained strong,
In my negligence, faithfulness and care you show.
And I call you the epitome of beauty and hope.
Your rays radiate and permeate me with love.
I know nothing else to take me closer to God.
Believing forever that you are going to last forever,
My greatest desire is to last with you forever.
For none other can be like you but you.
My sunshine, keep shining in my life in full.


Peter Edoziem