There he goes an upright shoulder
Elegant and pride, the air in circulation
Here and there, movement in motion
In and out, choices made

Young or aged, life gives way
Involuntarily. They surrender
Coercion of life taken, nothing to be done
Peacefully or forcefully, he made his way
The enemy of life, he is called

The earth with several pregnancy, tired of intake
Menopause felt, yet ignored
Fertile for life, yet still birth
Buried in her womb. Never exhumed

Day in, day out the strike of his
Several weapons. Choices it is
Gradually or sudden, his action takes
Offsprings of the earth escaped, does he left in tears

Mourning and weeping. For theft of life
Sweet bitter experience, life it is
Today and tomorrow. Life to tell

By: Ikwuta Veronica Edward

Large and specious it does appear
Population in display from far and near
Religion and tribes all combined
Discrimination and segregation not in her agenda
Muscles in relaxation, no stress attached
Comfortably and freely life goes on
In abundance it is the means of livelihood

Houses for peanut
Food everywhere, like manner from heaven
Transportation perfect. Easy it is
Destination it is, just a blink of an eye
This got me wonder how it is so

Time no restriction. Movement but a choice
Far goes danger in a scary mood
Commodities in exposure day and night
Far goes theft in a shivering mood
Oh! How I wonder a land thus so

Affluence in the air, everyone's partaker
The state cake out. Reality for partaking
Employed or not, money on a basis
Directly or indirectly, sure it is

Show me a state where cleaners are rich
Show me a state where distributors live comfortably
Show me a state where students are on salary show me a state where women are queens
The little possessed, abundance for all
And I will show you a state, in abundance it is

Most times a pondering question in my mind
Is this a reality? Or a wished fairy tale
Is it vision 2020? Reality of it
A city called Caliphate in deed you are
A home of all. A home for all.

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By; Ikwuta Veronica Edward

Right up on the wall, lies the profound picture
With so much elegance, and an immeasurable beauty of an incomparable creature
Eyes so white like lightening gesture
Face so smooth like silky sand and mirror in a mixture
Nose so pointed like a chisel for puncture
Day and night with eyes gazing at it, yet not a sound comes from it


Then comes a question; what can a picture do?
Embarking on a discussion, can a picture speak?
In times of joy and sadness can a picture share?
In times if trouble and confusion, can a picture solve?
In times of food and drink, can a picture share?
Time to retire for d day, can a picture sleep?


Now its done on me that u are really away
You only kept a picture to represent yourself