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Chibuzor Stephen Poem
.Boom! Boom! Boom!
Is the sound of the bombs,
Destructive echoes from metalic stumps.
It kills the young.
It kills the old.
With a ravaging sound,
That rises from the ground.
From the evil man's indurate heart,
That is always cold.
With unremorseful force,
It pierces our loved ones.
Leaving us with havoc,
Bloodshed and tears in our eyes.
This cruel incessant
Reverberating sound,
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Copyright © Chibuzor Stephen | Year Posted 2017
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Chibuzor Stephen Poem
THE TWO CHILDREN
The two children,
Of empyreal and mundane Inclinations.
Addicted to their preoccupations.
One hating iniquity.
The other, chastity.
The mundane child,
Eternity he has forgotten.
The empyreal child, in
Posterity always awaken.
One steadfast in spirituality
The other diligent in canality.
O thee mundane child,
What will thee tell posterity?
That thee squandered thy life in
Frivolity?
Ah! it is abysmal.
You empyreal child,
You must not forget,
Posterity also await your
Fecundity.
I beseech thee,
Entangle not thyself,
With the mundane's child
Barbarity.
Copyright © Chibuzor Stephen | Year Posted 2017
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Chibuzor Stephen Poem
God made us friends for a reason,
May we last all season.
Even when times are bad,
And our friendship seems to tide,
I will stick to you and abide.
Two hearts that beat as one,
Indeed May we become.
As time pass and ages run,
Rosy friends we shall be.
In cold and rainy days,
Cozy friends we shall be.
As the bliss of friendship tarries,
Together we shall be.
From your wondrous companion,
Friend forever.
Copyright © Chibuzor Stephen | Year Posted 2019
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