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Odinakachukwu Okeke Poem
1.
Critically, we cried for comedy;
But we saw terror and tragedy;
The people's plight bank overflew;
Our injuries were saltened an' made anew.
2.
Before the polls for us they sought;
But when they win, us they forgot;
Proud politicians on the political pew;
Alone, eating the national rice an' stew.
3.
At propaganda they promise black an' blue;
But fullfill [if at all] only a few;
They pretend from beginning to end;
The law of the land, they break and bend.
4.
The people plough and plant the paddy;
But some men plot an' exploit the candy;
When then shall our liberty be wrought;
From men of selfish thoughts an' plots?
5.
For change the people pray an' hope;
Many are sick an' tired of standing to mope;
Our noble nation shall soon be bright;
As soon as God will say "let there be light!"
Copyright © Odinakachukwu Okeke | Year Posted 2015
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Odinakachukwu Okeke Poem
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The body an’ the soul,
Two parties that stroll parri-passu,
Just like wheat an’ soup used to do,
Or rather like yet-to-be-refined crude petrol’.
2.
The body an’ the soul,
A wonderfully co-existing two,
Natural, enigmatic too,
Dear Reader, Carest thou for thine soul?
3.
The body an’ the soul,
I support the majority view,
Or rather the view of the Jews,
That the sole of life is the soul.
4.
The body out of existence’ ill entirely roll,
The soul will roll only to forever continue,
Just like the soul of Lazarus an’ the rich fool,
However, that’s by the way a biblical rigmarole.
5.
Care not for the body; only to suffer the soul,
Like blind an’ senseless used to do,
A’las, only to cry their pupils from normal to blue,
Just because they ignored the soul; the sole.
Copyright © Odinakachukwu Okeke | Year Posted 2015
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