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Chijioke Oguno Poem
What makes a man, a man
Is it the sound of his roar
How fierce he stands in the
sight of danger?
How ready and willing he is
when war beckons
Or how fearless he is
At the sight of death.
What makes a man,a man
Is it how long his stick can hold
at pleasures thirst?
Or how he hungers for a
woman 's touch
Is it his quest for adventures
The longing to bear a son
Or how well he takes care of his
woman's needs,
Rubbing endless smiles upon
her face.
What makes a man, a man
Is it how gallant he walks
Or the mountain of food
His stomach can bear?
Is it how he grieves
Not succumbing to despair and
fear
Or how he stands by his faith
and belief.
What really makes a man,a man
Is it the amount of liquor
His head can carry
Or the pains he has seen?
Is it the name he bears
Or the lands he owns
Is it the love in his heart?
How willing he can lay his life
for another.
What makes a man,a man?
Tell me,so that i can be a better
man.
Copyright © Chijioke Oguno | Year Posted 2014
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Chijioke Oguno Poem
A burning sky
a sinking ship
a dying love
a fading smile
a fleeting shadow
a tearful eyes
a quiet heart
a mumbling soul
a shooting star
a failed promise
a dead brother
a broken mirror
a shattered heart
a lost mind
a ticking bomb
a staring choice,
chose life
don't blame anyone,
be yourself
things happen...
get use to it.
Copyright © Chijioke Oguno | Year Posted 2014
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Chijioke Oguno Poem
They crept in howling darkness,
With guns, machetes and
bombs,
Bringing down our walls,
Our gate, the center could not
hold.
They whispered in thundering
tones,
Spraying their bullets at will,
First on our mai guard,
and then, on the little dog that
barked.
Fears rained on our roofs,
We were awakened from a
beautiful dream
To behold a nightmare;
A husking reality.
We hugged ourselves,
In tears and prayers,
Waiting for the shadows to
drench us,
Waiting for death to engulf us.
Come out!!! they shouted
Be on a single queue
Una wan go school ba?
Their voice roaring like thunder.
Echoes of dust splattered.
Chaos of terror fell from our
skin.
As we marched into the truck,
Freedom was stripped from our
breast.
Paths grew darker,
Our mind fell from our hearts
We were laid on a slate
To become a skeletal fling of an
endless war.
We were girls yesterday
We are now slaves with no will
Mere toys for men's pleasure.
Someone please help, someone
help please.
Copyright © Chijioke Oguno | Year Posted 2014
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