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Poetokonkwo Virginus Poem
THE ANGELS:
Oh!
My angels,
My hands are in the,
Air for you,
Pardon me for abandoning,
You for some times, age,
Like Ojukwu properties,
In Lagos state.
My angels,
I am sorry for sometimes that,
I was like Adam and Eve.
I know that being the
Church mouse that I am
Today is my fault.
My angels,
Thank you for staying
With me in time of
War and difficulties
Like Biafra’s
Thank you for being with
Me in the time I died and,
Come back life again.
My angels,
Thank you for being
With me in
They day I was judge and
And sent to hell,
But who brought me back?
My angels,
Thank you for songs
Of promise you teach me
Day by day.
Shall I intimate you of?
The next war?
Will you fight me?
Again?
THEMES
1. Assistance help
2. War
3. Message
4. Kindness.
NIGERIANS PRISONERS:
We are Nigerian prisoners,
We are not happy.
Where are our counterparts?
We are Nigerian prisoners,
Here we are,
Here we are like a cat.
We are calm and cool like, you.
Every Sundays we puts on jeans like,
Our brethren in deeper life church,
But you put on they suits,
We are not happy.
We are now like the,
Christians but you are,
Are like the crusader, we,
Are not happy, the hour,
Of our service has emerged,
But the gates are not opened,
We are not happy.
We have referees but,
You are still playing rough,
We are not happy,
What of our javelins and it’s,
Field, what will the,
Audience do,
We are not happy,
When will our gates,
Be open? We know that
We are prisoners,
But we will still more.
Obasanjo has been here,
But Abacha is yet to come,
Mandela has been here,
But Yaraduwa is not.
Chimaroke Nnamani has,
Been here,
But Ben Ariugu is yet to come,
Dr. Orjiuzo Kalu has been here,
But Surlivan Chime is yet to come,
Nnamdi Kalu has been here,
But we did not see Asari Tokumbo,
We are not happy.
THEMES
1. Equality before the law.
2. Patience
3. Partiality
4. Corruption
5. Obedience
6. Repentance
7. Baic
8. Hardship
9. Innocent
10. Responsibility
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Poetokonkwo Virginus Poem
COLOR
Color is an agent,
Of beauty,
We use it in beautifying,
Our body.
It’s like flowers,
It’s used in decorating our
Buildings.
It’s like perfumes,
It add value to our,
Body, and it is attract the nature,
But when mixed with water,
It becomes like,
Soured soup.
It is like a,
White shirt,
When durst touches it,
It becomes like unclean
Tarpaulin,
Some are cleanable,
While some are unclean able
Oh!
Yee poets and barristers,
Tell the E.F.C.C and
The I.C.P.C,
That is better to pit on
Colorful cloths,
Then to go necked.
Tell,
The doctors not,
To be like Michael Jackson,
Tell the angelic not to,
Be like infant birds,
Tell the church worshipers,
Like Daniel Ogberi and his,
Wife to put on their,
Red hair cover,
Tell,
Pastor Chris Oyakilome to,
Put on his colorful white suit,
And his white shoes,
For it is better to change,
Our cream,
To change our body
THEMES
1. Changes
2. Seriousness
3. Unchangeable
4. Determination
5. Repentance
Written by poetOkonkwoVirginus.
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