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Ndimaeme David K Poem
the riverbanks
Lies our treasures
Our hope and fears
Explored in exploitation
People hurting people
We thought the europeans
Our only plights
We feared but hated them
In our innocent ignorance,
Of what we learnt at a glance
they battered and stole our sleep
With guns
But years after they are gone
Our lives has been worse
and no one cares
How we fare
Because you don't hear us cry
Like it's in syria
Hmmm!
Yet worst things are done behind scenes.
Our moments of joy?
That we share with the sky
When no one hears them
Playing kids on weekend days
Bombed into ripples
And sunday worshippers turned to ashes
For God to take control
Heaven must be full by now
With my black brothers
In plenty numbers
Yet in our hearts
Lies the hope
As we we go close
To our hundreth year
Of self reign.
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Ndimaeme David K Poem
Tainted wits... blurred in
clarity,
a madman's coronation... our
country's plight.
atlas, we are home, choked in
parity
another to our last 51, the
journey's so far.
can we break the walls?
This imagination, a shattering
throne.
when city's celebrate a
thousand birth-years,
then we recollect another
bloodshed...
52 million heads in 52 dying
years.
what a shame!
My country of birth
civilized cannibals, through
kingdoms of ancient gods
to masquerades in
government house...our
golden gates.
BOKO HARAM? lies.
another lie,
Can of worms... debris at the
golden gates,
At 27,I look older than my
country's age
what years of tears had done
to my teenly skin,
my skipping heart would have
been younger in Queensland.
Another death rate
on our golden birth...52?
decades of misuse... reckless
abandonment,
while the slim pigs eats
porridge,
fattening to unconsciousness in
American clinics
once parading as good
Shepherds, we are all gone,
pocketted in their fat pockets.
52 years of ferocious reigns,
when he's gone..
yet another one
Olusegu..abach, babangi,
jona... No calling names,
Yet they all wear the same
masks.
Maggots at the golden
gates...snakes at the states
secretariates,
traditional money-bags...
nothing is left to cry for.
we are finished dry...
the tears are all gone...
though not fools, we only
watch.
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Ndimaeme David K Poem
Come with me and see
the perfection
and beauty
of African girl...
as she walk uphills,
water keg on her head
well kept,
on wool braided hairs
without hair-do-
flashing like shining coal.
Beautiful in swinging hips,
all alone from the busy
stream.
For fear of rain drawing close,
she gave her foot a running
tap,
so as to carry in swift,
her athletic built fast home-
only for her claymade keg
to fall and break,
and loose button shirt
fly sideways
to expose the dangling
breasts.
Unashamed of the nearing
foots,
she knelt down low
to pack her loss,
giving you time for a sensual
view,
yes,
i saw you take your time,
that your throbbing heart had
done this ill.
See your eyes bright and well
fixed,
examining the precious
breasts...
Dark,
ripe and smooth like asian
banana.
Breathless,
your desiring lips,
as you watch her nipples stark
erect,
tingling,
ready for a childly suck,
i knew your desire,
looking down beneath her
belly to see -
the insanity of Italian man.
They love them much,
African girl.
I'm gone,
yet standing, you still watch-
the backside of her darkly
form...
as she desolves into
the green farmland.
The rain starts so strong
and
the wind whistling
reminding you it's time to go
home...
You got ground-stucked,
passers-by wondering why,
as tired trees
bends to let us pass.
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here they come,
with batons made of the white
mans wits,
with the sounds of our ancestral
thunders,
all in different shapes.
marvelled we were,
seing them fly in the air,
and some down on moving
huts,
faster than our forefathers
ghosts,
he shouted a command,
they attacked...
we retreat,
then we attacked.
we attacked,
yes! a karmikase,
kpa! kpaa! kpaaa!
tuue! tuee!,
duum! duum!. That was the
sound of their machine power.
dead!
we all layed dead.
they sketched and exploited our
land,
then they left,
yes they did
with our land left barren.
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