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Cletus Ojogan Poem
The chameleon
It is that time of the year
The sweet coated tongues
Of the chameleon begins
Its melodious songs again
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The people are waging their tails
Dancing to the rhythm of the songs
They dance with so much enthusiasm
With even greater enthusiasm
than the chameleon who sings the songs
But the people should have known
That this song is only a repetition
Of songs we are all used to
Albeit in a different way
The songs are full of promises
Promises of sacrifice
And the followers of the chameleon
Stand prepared to sacrifice their blood
For the ambitions of the chameleon
Oh! The followers has refused
To learn from the past
They ought to have known
This chameleon better
But they go ahead
And with all zealousness
Did they give all they had
Some have spilled their blood
Just for the ambitions of the chameleon
Just for the promises of the chameleon
Alas! The song is now concluded
And the chameleon has tricked its followers
To give their very blood
For its ambition
And so was the ambition achieved
And so came the long awaited office
And the people kept counting
The losses from their sacrifice
Standing in long wait
For the expected fulfillment
Of the chameleons promises
To soothe their wounds
But they should have known
That a chameleon never keeps
It colours permanently
Now the chameleon sits as king
And it has changed its colour
To suit its new status
The colour of the people
Is no longer what it wears
And the colour of its promises
It has refused to retain
The people can no longer
Recognize the chameleon
For the one they now see is not the same
As the one they used to know
And so its dawns bitterly on the people
That the chameleon has changed its colours again
And they have once again been deceived
By the sweet coated tongue
Of the ever changing chameleon.
Copyright © Cletus Ojogan | Year Posted 2016
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Cletus Ojogan Poem
Strange.
So we are treated by
Life as it seems
So we are distressed by
Events and things
We thought would never come
And the formerly
Abominable has become
The generally acceptable
And the supposed right has become
The old fashioned
Our Mouth and eyes are wide open
as these strange events trickle in
Sending shivers down our spines
Our hearts are melting
And with no choice left did
We turn our hopes to the one above
Oh God! Will you remain silent?
Copyright © Cletus Ojogan | Year Posted 2016
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Cletus Ojogan Poem
I SAW HER
I saw her
In an unanticipated form
Shining as bright as the moon
She stood right there
All around her was gold
I saw her
She held her flute
Playing a tune
That still replays
In my head.
I saw her
Her figure so unique
Specially, she must have been created
Her clothes made of silk
Was wet to her skin
So beautiful was she
I could have stood there a thousand years
And be satisfied not.
I saw her
I would have given everything
Just to meet her
Just to feel her.
For her face was enough motivation
But as severally as I tried,
Further away she kept on going
Until I could see her no more
How bitter I was
An opportunity of a lifetime
Seem to have slipped away
Perhaps I could have tried
Just a little harder.
Was it a dream
Or an illusion
I know not
But I did see her
The bride from the outside.
Copyright © Cletus Ojogan | Year Posted 2016
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