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Ovbokhan Okuonghae Poem
Looking through the window
Everything seems like a puzzle
His coming ought to rekindle
Instead all have dwindle
Change is all we asked
Not knowing they were masked
Although they were tasked
Everything remain the same
Three square meal
Has become dream
Off course to the peasants
Their people
Have become cable
That is seen in every neighborhood
Across their neck
Is a wood to inflict wound
On people
Although they claim is for their cattle
But we sure know better
Funny it may sound
They are like sand
That is seen everywhere
Ministers have become blisters
In the hands of the peasants
The name may be lai
But the parents mean lie
Truth they say they speak
But lies we know we hear
The cost of living
Has made the peasants livid
Tomatoes have grown toes
Out of the market
Yet store houses grow millions of naira everyday
The planter we know not
The keeper we know not
The owner we know not
Oh my father's land!!
I hear there is a change
A change we never asked for
Is it an America based president?
Or the federal palace has a new headquarter?
No one knows the answer
Oh! Nigeria my father land
Its now in a farther land
Where can be reach by the rich
The ruled have no clue
Instead they have been gripped by grippe and grief
We were told that the arena was filled with milk and honey
What we now see is Sickness and mourning
Men on black have become terror and horror
Off course to the peasants
Need less to say , they are morons
Protection have been substituted for extortion
The white men see them as gods
Here, they are best described as dogs
On them are lies instead of lice
Law makers;
I mean,
Law breakers
Are the least of the shame we now have
We now have wrestlers in our chambers
Maze have become swords
Automatically our chambers have become battle field
Their shame has become their fame
Wooowuuuu
The erudite are not left behind
In fact they are fart that has polluted our arena
Years after years
Justice have been denied
We need TRANS-CHANGERS!!
We need transformed men and women!
Not transformation!
We need changed men and women!
Not Change!
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Ovbokhan Okuonghae Poem
Miserable was the word
I was so disheartened
That I thought I wasn't her ward
I tightened my face
So that the river in my eyes would not flow
And the pain I feel inside will not show
She curse me everyday
yet, I don't know the cause
I ask,
What is my offence?
That I may give my defence,
Where have I go wrong?
That makes her unravel what is in her tongue
Oh!
How I wish!
How I wish I know the one that makes me his world,
I would have long be gone
Before she say another word
A word capable of making me think
Thinking of the unthinkable
Sitting in front of the table,
I told my creator
To tear me away from her
I no longer want to be in her presence
Her presence present me with tension
Although I pay attention
To her every action
I refuse to follow her ways
Her ways her hails
Capable of making me wail
This is my promise
I pray I don't miss it
I must rise
So high
Higher than I ask for
100 billion will be the least amount
I will send to her account
So that she will realize
Her curse her mere words with no backing!
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Ovbokhan Okuonghae Poem
I heard a loud sound
Heavily the heart pound
The sound wasn't cacophonic
It was strange
She must be in a rage
Although she was out of range
I could feel her pain
It felt that she was being tamed
But that wasn't the case
It was a sound that begged for help
A help that wasn't forth coming
If only she could vanish
Her image was already tarnished
Because her worth had diminished
This was meant to be relished
Only If it was done the right way
She was sorrounded
not by people
But with the red-like liquid
Who will look at me?
Who will respect me?
She cried out!
I am no more pristine
I am rather disgusting
I am empty
I am rusting
But this time, not by water nor by air nor acid
But by man
Man?
I mean men
They were mean
But they were team
They were teem
They had no respect for me
Even though I am thin
They dragged me on the floor
Not by my hands or legs
But by my hair
I could see right through them that it was their flair
In turns they came
To display their shame
They were determined
To reduce my fame
And make nothing out of my name
With the turn of the 9th 'animal'
I was life less
Not that I was dead
But my life made no sense
All I wanted was a license
To end my life
I screamed with all my strength
Although it came from my depth
It was inaudible
Lord set my being on fire
this was not state of mind
the singer was when
She screamed
Oh oh Lord set my heart on fire for you
I just want to die
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