At this hour of unbearable
and unbelievable unimaginable
heartrending shocking presence
of cruelty going on in our communities.
It looks as if the heaven shut it's doors,
people ***** and dabble in darkness.
Wickedness is competing with brutality.
Seems like the heart of man no longer
knows what it feels like to temper
justice with mercy.
Atrocities are the order of the day.
No day passes by without a form of intimidating and gruesome issues rearing itself amongst the people.
Blood flows like the rivers and no one seems to care.
Children wailing on the streets looking for their mothers and relatives scattered out in the desert and the bushes hiding from their predators.
Not as if they don't know what to do but
their hearts are hardened by greediness.
Conflict of interests with confusion presents itself in resolution of the matter.
Killing of women and children very disturbing,
beheading the men and burning down houses
are ongoing in different places,
and very gruesome.
One wonders if heaven has turned it's back against the people.
Evil concupiscence overtakes the people.
Where is your God they seem to ask.
Is there no way of escape from these killers?
Remember your promise oh God,
Save your children from these calamities.
Stop these acts of wickedness,
bring succour and joy to your people.
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Human life is molded in
the image of the Almighty.
Not by the hands of man,
but by the one who made
the heaven and the earth.
He endowed man with powers,
with the authority to have
dominion over all things created,
and to have them as food.
Human species are of a higher quality,
and not at all equal to the lower
animal kingdom.
But man is superior and made just
a little lower than the Angels.
No man can be killed for the
sake of an animal of a lower kingdom.
Animals can never take the place of any human.
They can never rule man,
that is a natural order of things.
Only a deluded mind will wipe out an entire tribe and communities for the sake of
the lost animals.
No animal ever created is to be compared to the life of a glorious man.
It can never be argued by any sane judgment or reasoned out by any rational thought.
Take away the animal in those who live like one to feel the beauty of being a human,
only then will the killing stops.
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Your sparkle
radiates like a star.
Shimmering and glittery.
Elegant and passionately exquisite.
Majestic and sublime,
with a subtle smile.
You reach out with kindness
to win in the world.
Drawn to you are people of influence,
kingly and queenly in their demeanor,
who resonates to you.
Exalted are you amongst the best
for the beauty of your heart paved the way
and open doors for you.
You are child-like in your approach,
pleasant in manners,
thorough in your dealings,
and generous in nature.
They call you the Empress.
Abundance surrounds you,
you touch and change lives with it.
To anyone who approaches you,
mercy is shown.
You are indeed of great value to the community.
Thank you for sharing your life with us.
With gladness and cheerful spirit
you do your best to please.
Your name cannot be found in the
list of stars because you are a super star.
God indeed resides in you.
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Glorious Glory,
the starry eyes.
Beautiful as it is,
like the morning sun.
With your alluring smile,
you won a place in my life,
gained entrance into
my sanctuary,
my place of worship,
my happy place,
where God dwells in me.
Your touch can do wonders
to decorate the garden of my heart
and adorn the alter table of
my home with a fragrance of love.
Be the cologne to perfume it.
The coulomb to incense the
alter of my heart where we worship.
Like the golden dawn,
the beautiful flowers release their
fragrance as a gift to me.
You are the sacred chalice on the alter table,
of which no man is allowed to drink from,
for the sacred wine is exclusively reserved.
Only the priest of the temple is permitted to partake thereof,
lest it is defiled by the unworthy.
You are jealously guarded against the intruders of the night who are thirsty.
Even though your kitchen feeds all,
no one is allowed to feed there but me,
for you are my glory.
Your ***** satisfies me.
Each breath I take is refreshing
because of you.
You mean more to me than you ever know.
My love,
my glorious glory.
You shine as the evening stars radiating your glory into my world.
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It is on my knees that I win my
battles against all odds.
On my knees daily is where my missile
is located to win my adversaries.
Sword of the spirit drawn against all craftiness and manipulations of the evil intruders who messes with me
and those i love.
It is from sitting on the shoulders of this gentle giant who lifts me up from this valley that i climb my mountain.
From this mount of God i conquer.
Is there fear in the heart of man,
to that yes there is i must say.
But there is no fear in the heart of man when confronted by his truth even in the face of death when he is fully convinced.
His boldness and fierceness will drive him more to do the impossible.
He neither fear the advances of evil surrounding him for he knows that something must **** a man.
Fully aware of what must be done,
his mind strengthened by might of his ability, pursue his purpose to meet the expected end.
He will not leave any stone unturned,
for he is thorough in his dealings.
There is no obstacle placed on his way his powers cannot move.
Replenished at all times by the forces beyond him to strive,he forge ahead despite the odds.
Moving with the ability and strength provided for this purpose,
he held onto the sword of the spirit as if it's the last hope to strike and
bruise the dragons head with  all his last breath to give it a deadly blow.
Victory is accorded to such a one who confronts the unknown with help from the Almighty.
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Yesterday I had thought
about tomorrow.
Today I have some big
plans for tomorrow.
Now that it is here,
I'm still not fully
prepared for it,
for this tomorrow can
never be filled.
No one has ever lived
or stepped into tomorrow
or even beyond it,
but we all are carriers of tomorrow's
seed with great potentials.
We can but only envision,
dream of it,
plan and plan
but never really satisfied.
It is funny how people
struggle for it,
instead of just living for today.
Our lives has meaning if we can
but only live for this
moment here and now.
In living for just today
we fully enjoy what it has to offer
just for this moment.
There will be no tomorrow
for anyone who has not sowed
any seed into it today,
for such a one will
only meet a farrow and
barren land with no crops to harvest.
Work diligently with
all your might to make today
the best day ever.
As an important part of your life,
just live for today,
that is why it is here to meet you.
Enjoy it fully for it is yours.
The tomorrow you wait for may never come,
by reason of the long absence,
death could carry us away,
but today is here now at this moment,
welcome it with joy in your heart.
Cultivate in it and sow in it,
and the dividends will satisfy you.
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Do you know how to dodge bullets?
I guess not.
If you can't dodge the bullets,
how do you expect to dodge
the utterances of a bad mouth.
The words that comes out of
the mouth when angry is like
the bullets of an assassins rifle
or a good marksman and
that of an angry shooter.
You can't hide from it,
neither can you dodge it,
for it comes with fury
to meet its target.
The tongue has a long range
of which can be shot or
uttered from a distance
and a close range which
can also be catastrophic.
Both has a devastating effect.
Gossip or name dropping
when it spreads can destroy someone.
The one who is angry unleash words
that can hurt the assumed enemy,
so deadly and fatal is it that he may
almost never recover from the fiery darts  
thrown from the utterance.
It has the power of mass destruction
and carries within it the seed of malice,
when sown can break up homes,
families and even nations.
Like the snake that can bruised the heels,
it tears apart friendship and lovers alike.
Like the bullets released from the gun
of an angry shooter it creates doubts and misunderstanding among men.
Have you ever shoot a man in anger
from outside into a dark room,
no direct light merely a glow from outside,have you?
I guess, not.
You shot him out of nervousness,
and it clips his shoulder,
he panics and cries out in pain
and you think you have wounded him.
But when he finds out you are still alive,
he won't be pleased.
Handle yourself with dignity and respect.
Don't do or say anything that will wound or mess with another's sense of self.
Tame your tongue with the power of your spirit.
Be mindful of your utterances.
Your tongue is like bullets of an angry shooter and can fatally hurt the soul.
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Just for today,
be peaceful.
Just for today,
be loving.
Just for today,
be compassionate.
Just for today,
be merciful.
Just for today,
be kind.
Just for today,
be better.
Just for today,
be understanding.
Just for today,
have pity.
Just for today,
be forgiven.
Just for today,
live.
Just for today,
meditate.
Just for today,
pray.
Just for today,
smile.
Just for today,
be happy.
Just for today,
just listen.
Just for today,
relax.
Just for today,
be helpful.
Just for today,
make love.
Just for today,
stop, don't ****.
Just for today,
live in harmony.
Just for today,
be respectful.  
Just for today,
give a hug.
Just for today,
be generous.
Just for today,
be alive.
Just for today,
survive.
Just for today,
understand that you are part of the healing process to the earth. Together we all can contribute to each others lives to bring peace amongst our world family tree for survival.
Just for today let's join each other to bring healing to our homes, our family and our communities. Be part of it. Live in harmony. Each of us have something to give. Look inside you, it's there and it's free.
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The Cosmic,
the cosmos,
the universe,
the galaxy,
the whole earth,
the world,
within and without,
even beneath,
all of them bear witness
of your coming,
of your existence,
of your purpose,
your destiny is shaped,
your path ordered,
predestinated to rule,
configured to win.
You are not of the earth,
for you are born of God,
alien in the world,
resident in the earth,
the spirit man,
with heaven within.
The firmament,
and all that composes planet earth, water,air,flora,fauna, soil, people,
human creations,
is needed to be in harmonium,
live in harmony, respect, love,
and oneness.
We must connect lovingly to mother earth,
all living creatures,
human and nonhuman,
physical and nonphysical,
intelligent or without intelligence,
containing a soul or not housing a soul.
We must respect the planet earth,
the water, the trees, the air, the animals,
and other humans.
We are all of,
and from,
the same source.
Just for today,
Be at peace.
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I looked beyond your
eyes to see you,
the real you hidden
behind that face,
for your eyes are
the windows of your essence,
doors to your soul,
showing the brightness within
or the darkness of your heart.
I can see your hurts,
feel your pain
and darkness within.
I know from the lines on your face,
the rigours life has left there.
I listen to what you are saying,
but I listened more to
what you are not saying.
I watched you smile
and I see the pain you are hiding,
and the height of your joy.
How can I make you feel better,
to remove that mask you put on.
Is it not by sharing generously
that which my heart with love can give.
I would like to bring the balm of Gilead
to heal this brokenness within you.
You need the touch of heaven
to surround you.
So much love is available always
to sustain you.
Hold on to this with your heart,
for the beauty of heaven within
must shine forth to comfort you.
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I wonder how they came
up with this name.
The name they called me,
this name everyone calls me.
Is this my true name,
or just another name,
a name just to recognize me,
a new name to remember that
I existed here in this universe.
What is the original name they
called me where I came from?
I just wondered,
because most people have
the same name as mine.
No one remembers.
I need to know my name.
Even when I passed,
as I journey back to my home,
on my long absence,
that given name ceased
as if I never existed.
The name now suddenly changed to,
the body,deceased, the corpse,
treating me without respect,
I'm now nothing.
They say ashes to ashes,
and dust to dust.
All my struggles gone,
my achievements forgotten,
wealth scattered and
taken by the unknown.
Titles thrown out into the attic
and can't be reused by anyone.
The one once loved are thrown
outside and abandoned in the cold,
given only a little space to contain
the body underground.
What a vanity!
Even kings and Queens,
high and mighty,
rich and poor became wanderers, disembodied entities,
roaming the whole earth,
forgotten in time.
Humble yourselves while here,
treat everyone with respect and love,
for you will be forgotten so soon.
All that which you hoarded or
left behind will be scattered by
the very ones you have never cared about.
Remind me that name I used to bear,
is it not laughable as it is at the moment.
Enjoy yourself and laugh more,
spend time with your family and friends.
Be merry and share the best of the blessings God has lavished in your life.
Remember you are a nobody but just a wanderer without a name.
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Greatness comes from the
positioning of oneself for
advantage from the
source of bounty.
It is beyond the ordinary.
Opportunities occur in our lives
and daily affairs for us to do
what we need to do to reclaim
the situation to solve our problems.
Our lives issues keep flaunting
themselves in the portal of
our personal world.
Personal repositioning is needful to
overcome and win in this down world.
People are positioned in our lives to help us overcome our challenges and leave when their work is achieved,
others will come to stay with genuine true trusted friendship,
will still be there for a lifetime guidance.
Recognition is needed for their help to manifest.
Though time and chance affects
the change.
We must take the advantage offered,
or something sinister will persist
with horrible influence so powerful that chances of winning will be so farfetched.
Take heed of the divine timing
for there is nothing like coincidence,
it is all configured for our advantage,
working in synergy to bring
desired response.
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I must be crazy,
for the thoughts
rushing into
my head will **** me.
They can make me mad.
I'm afraid of me.
Is this the way of the poets?
I think we are all crazy.
Walking around with our clothes on
but really mad.
These thoughts are bizarre,
crazy in their pattern,
unfolding in my head
in such crazy ways,
makes me feel weird.
I think the problem of
my problem is the problem.
I really don't know where all
those thoughts are coming from.
I see them coming,
I can hear them,
whispering in my head
so loud as if my eardrums will burst.
I want to close my ears from
their pesky rumblings,
but I can't because they are coming from a different sphere
and can't be stopped.
I hear their footsteps matching
down my spine.
I feel their breath on my shoulders,
so close for comfort.
Can you hear them too?
I must be crazy.
I am.
I am!!
I am?
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THE BROOM.
In bunch of the broom,
there is always one
or some that doesn't want to stay,
it always breaks off under pressure
or jumps out alone by itself as you sweep.
The ones that breaks off,
is like the words we utters,
once they are spoken
can never be recalled back,
they cause a lot of damages and problems.
The ones that always jump out of
the bunch is like the proverbial
black sheep of the house,
always rebellious,
even when you put them back,
they will always leave the family.
Check yourselves,
are you the broken one or the fallen one?
Ask your self where you are in
the scheme of things,
are you causing problems with your words
or rebellious and disobedient by your acts
and cant be tamed.
Are you among the formidable strength within the family that no outside force can threaten? The family is like a bunch of broom,
tied together they work in synergy
to fulfill their purpose.
Any family that stands together can withstand any adversaries that threatens their happiness.
The ones who don't,
will be dancing in the whirlwind with sand in their eyes.
Remember that anyone who cannot be counselled cannot be helped.
Get understanding.
Be wise.
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This sleep is closing my eyes,
taking me away on this journey
into another place in another time,
that world only slightly beyond,
didn't seem far but as if it's
just in another room
in a different galaxy.
I feel as if I'm drunk with
the nectar of divine wine.
I'm so powerfully pulled over
the mountains inwardly
toward my home.
The glorious symphony music
beckons me.
Seemed million miles away
but yet so near.
Caught up in the third heaven,
in the company of angels
as they carried me away into
different mansions of the souls,
strata and spheres of the cathedral
to be healed and cleansed,
prepared and refreshed from
my earthly sojourn for yet another
day to be lived as I return.
But the inner view must be hidden
with veil upon veil as doors upon doors
are opened and closed for my consciousness to experience and learn the lessons offered,
and upon return to my earthly temple that the
secret knowledge of the visions shown
not to be fully revealed.
This experience is private and personal in nature.
Unwittingly forgetfulness and clouded  patterns within must persists in
this peculiar daily encounter,
but the spirit man within must
also vaguely remember
and not to totally allow it to rescind.
The consciousness of man
must be imprinted with a resonance of various types of vibration according to
the octaves within the wavelength
of the divine scale.
Sleep is sort of a near death experience,
a touch of heaven within the earth,
it carries with it the penalty
of a profound price depending on
the condition of the life essence
of the earth man.
The silver lining can be broken or strengthened,
and the spirit's stay or return is eminent.
I am fully awake and aware,
being conscious of the divine in my life through the unction of revealed truth that I received.
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Moving behind me are
the stealth shadows of
the silent ones.
The vigilantes,
watchers of the bad dudes.
Protectors against the evil ones.
Moving in the quietness of the dark,
as silent as the night.
The warriors,
the brave ones,
with chivalry spirit,
sworn into sacred secret oath
to protect and keep the environment safe,
fearless and courageous,
confronting evil heads on,
ready to lay down their lives for
the very ones they love,
unknown to many of the dangers they confront in their lonely path
they have chosen.
With respect we salute them.
Knights of the night,
our hearts with gratitude salute you.
Keepers of the flame,
we salute you.
As you secure our safety,
even so shall your lives be secured.
May God keep you safe for our sake.
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This is my rising,
it is so glaring.
The longer you hold
me down the better
and brighter I shine.
I am like the firefly,
illuminating
the remote darkness
with my brightness,
giving it an
illusion of magic.
The tinted glow
mixed up with
the cries of
mammals and birds
of the night makes it
a mysterious moment.
Alone at deepest abyss,
with the flicker
of the moonlight
penetrating through the
leaves in the forest,
i can hear
the wolves calling out
as if beckoning for
me to approach.
The fireflies giving
out their light
freely unperturbed
by my presence.
How can you not see
the love of nature,
working tirelessly
in synergy
with all things.
Even though you ignore it,
never can it go away,
for the beauty
of its flame
can make the fairies
grant your wish.
The heart knows
the unexplainable
mysteries of the
invisible which the
mouth cannot express.
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Unwittingly we walked away
from the beautiful path
of righteousness.
The path our forefathers in their
wisdom laid down for our benefits.
They left behind morals as a guide.
The path of the ancients,
where morals pave the way.
Respect and intelligence
walked together to light
the touch for moral
rearmament to flourish.
As custodians of this ancient path,
let us reinstitute and restore
morals back into our consciousness,
our homes, and our communities,
lest the moral decadence of
our societies will become our nightmare.
The generations to come will know peace
and our relationships improve.
Moral decadence like cancer is eating
the very roots of our family tree.
Corroding the very corners of our
homes like acid.
Eroding our lives with its virus.
It's venom is poisonous to our metabolism.
It is a terrible and unbearable headache.
With its choleric purging leaving our bowels empty of the most needed vitality.
Depleting us like the barren land the much needed ingredients for growth of our crops.
And like volcano it will explode in our faces.
It is like a grenade thrown into the crowd by children playing,
not knowing it will affect everyone.
Let us put in place respect,
morals and intelligence back to our homes.
That's exactly where to begin.
Let us begin again from the beginning.
With the restoration of moral rearmament,
our lives will have meaning again.
But it all begins with me,
as it begins with you.
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I wished you were in the mall.
Laughing at the picture on the wall,
a protector in the war,
still standing strong in the world.
Likes to stand in my way,
carrying all the weight,
but I really don't have to wait.
I am just a dreamer,
a goodie jolly drummer.
Met a dream catcher,
named madam Fletcher
Caught between the lines,
but it could just be lies.
Wishing it would be true,
that she can walk through.
For who knows them better,
she likes to lick the butter.
I wonder how she manage,
to drive into the garage,
forgot I have some manner,
just to carry the banner,
tied her head with bandage,
she just loves the adage.
She has a dog named bingo,
that like to dance the tango.
She loves to dance the jingle,
and end up in a mingle.
Please get me that funnel,
and put it in the tunnel.
Loving all the fun,
and lay under the sun.
Out in the summer,
to play in the fauna.
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Looking out from my earthly tabernacle,
still perplexed from the depth
of my heart as to how much
we are loved by the almighty
even at our unbelievable folly
amazes me.
Allowed in his presence as
we are is amazing.
Not worthy of recognition,
by reason of sin,
yet he is mindful of man.
Among his creation,
man is the only one so confused that
they have no idea of their constitution
or who they are,
even as it is so glaring,
they still have no idea
but lived as barbebrian,
the cave men of old.
They take pride in killing as if they
were competing amongst themselves.
Nations against nations of which some have been wiped out and now no longer exists.
Building strategies to annihilate one another
with weapons of mass destruction,
shooting fellow humans in cold blood,
with such impunity and cold-hearted
without mercy and with cruelty in a
such brutal way as if nothing matters,
yet didn't achieve anything worthy of
such a senseless killing at the end.
They take pride in shading blood
and award themselves accolades
and different ranks with high sounding names.
They claimed of being more advanced yet far from it,
Not knowing that tolerance and temperance, forgiveness and love is advancement.
There is no grammar or language on this planet
or beyond the earth that can convince me that
they are not mentally deranged,
a psychopathic cold methodical machine without a heart,
a soulless one without bowels of mercies.
How can they not know that you are an embodiment of the one who made you.
You are love for the one who mold you is love.
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Now I know for sure that
you are the one that my
heart wants to love,
the only one who has
touched my humanness.
You helped to bring Joy to me,
and for that I give the rest
of my life to your care.
My heart speaks for you,
my soul yearn for you,
my whole being resonates
to your love.
Two hearts meets in the *****
of love forever.
Let's not mind if we reach the
shore or not.
This heart will always love you,
for you are the best.
Life for me is beautiful with you in it.
How can I not have you as a
covering for the rest of my life.
Delightful is the day I found you.
Grateful to be called your friend.
I'm so glad to have you as
the love of my life.
Waking up everyday by your
side is awesome.
Because of you I am favored.
I lived a genteel life
but now abundance surrounds me.
My house is now a home,
a sanctuary of love,
where healing takes place on my
dining table because of your kitchen.
My life is fulfilled,
because the God of my heart smiled.
I say thanks to you.
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I don't know about you,
but the architect and designer,
the molder of my earthly tabernacle,
he that vitalise and quickens me,
the God of my heart,
the breathe within my breathe,
dwells and lives inside of me.
He made his abode
and resident in me.
There he reaches out to you through
my tabernacle as his oracle.
My soul magnifies him.
Where is your God residing?
Is he in your heart or
in your church building?
Does he live in the cathedral
of your soul or just walking around
in the garden outside?
Do you manifest him or manipulate him?
How has your life show his existence
and supremacy?
Do you look for him in the mundane things outside the glorious treasures hidden within the heart?
He is not in the material objects
or is he in the midst of all that is acquired.
Search within the hidden mansions
of your heart.
Listen to that inner still small voice within.
Remember there is always light at both ends of the tunnel.
Don't forget to get him involved at your cross roads.
He is an ever present help.
Seek for him as he is also seeking for you.
Oh I know,
you don't believe in the God
of the heaven and of the earth.
If you don't believe in him,
the God of all creation,
then where do you belong?
He who makes the whole earth
and the galaxy with the world to come,
to be and to pass away will restore you back,
if only you could just believe.
His mysteries will be revealed to you
and the miraculous will find you.
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My pen is
not Don Quixote.
It is a brave warrior
just like Don Quixote but
different in battle field.
This my pen is a
General in the
people's army.
It never retreats
or surrenders,
a workaholic.
My pen can be
pesky at times
but not unruly,
and not really a gentleman,
it is an erratic genius.
A minister of peace,
a councillor in crisis,
an advocate in justice,
a passionate lover,
prophetic in utterances,
intuitive and psychic in nature,
it  reads and knows your mind.
My pen,
common but uncommon,
ordinary but extraordinary,
a two edged sword,
piercing the physical even
deeper and penetrating to the
dividing line of the breath of life
and the spirit and of joints
and marrows of the deepest
part of our nature,
exposing and sifting,
analysing and judging
the very thoughts
and purposes of the heart.
My pen is unique,
stealth in action,
a smooth talker,
loves to be held
and pampered.
It has no time to check time.
My pen,
this my pen is my friend.
A good company indeed.
A covert operator.

©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Yes,
I am a poet.
I dream while awake,
expressing the ability
to heal with my words.
I have faith.
Poetry is my therapy.
My pen and my words
are my weapons,
of war,
of mass destruction,
of peace,
of love and happiness,
of friendship.
My pen,
is the commander in chief,
the director,
not a dictator,
with an accessible space,
and the key to the
nuclear weapon
i can direct it
to make war or peace,
just as I choose.
I got me a brush to
paint words with
melancholic overtone,
of ecstatic bliss,
for my thoughts to flow,
on the canvas,
with different shades
of colourful words,
time to dwell
and ponder
and meditate on life matters.
The issues of the mind,
and of what the heart feels,
i translate into reality.
The control of the united emotions
of my feelings and thoughts are in
the hand holding the pen to paint
the words of living in the canvas of life.
Poets have the power to make
the invisible things to manifest,
thoughts hidden and
not heard to have a face.
The secular world,
the whole cosmos,
the galaxy is at their command.
I am a poet,
I make the mind see the heart,
I make the heart of man flow
in ecstatic bliss.
To dream is unwritten poetry.
A poets joy lies in the portal
of the divine.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

I went through all that pain,
walked through the darkness,
with the thunderstorm raging,
and the volcanic larvae as the
only light igniting the path,
how dangerous was that night.
Man has come face to face
with the elements.
Only the power of the invisible can
definitely come to the rescue.
Nature in display of it's wrath.
Standing at the valley of the
mountain alone with nature,
and my instinct as my guide.
Didn't know how to bear it
or how to go about it,
for my strength has gone,
only my frail and fragile body
with sunken painful eyes
with no food or anything in sight to eat.
Hungry,with death in sight,
I summoned the whole Cosmic forces
to come to my aid,
and to my amazement they did,
with alliance to an invisible power
that lifted me up over the mountain,
for i was caught up with the wind
over across the other side.
But the sun came in the morning.
The thunder ceased,
the storm abated,
even the tumultuous unbearable
and frightening tides stopped.
The sea became calm.
I couldn't even remember how
it all happened,
only fragments,
for the power beyond me took over.
Joy truly returned in the morning.
There I became the son of the sun.
God and man blended into one,
infused by the breathe of the divine.
I became higher than the ordinary
and ever blessed beyond measure.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

To a love that will never die,
a love to be desired always,
my friendly lover and
my most loveliest friend,
my darling dear.
I celebrate you
and all that you are today.
You are a beautiful soul.
The best gift life can
ever give to me.
There's nothing I want more,
than to be with someone like you.
Spending my life time
with you is my desire
for you are my world.
Because of you,
heaven is within reach.
Your heart is where
the angels gathers,
for bliss is there.
Your smile is sunshine
to my world,
it revives and gives new life
and meaning to my being.
Your touch heals even
the most painful hurts,
the hardness of heart
your love softened,
and the pain melts away.
Pleasurable are your words.
You are impossible to resist.
Immaculately beautiful,
with exquisite behavior,
you have an instinct for the
right and wrong things to say.
Never heard you make a faux pas.
Your care nurtures the
weak and afflicted back to life.
You are a virtuous woman,
not tired of the pesky ways
of people around you,
you endured their unruly manners,
with your generosity and kindness
you win the hearts of the irracible ones.
You made the best of each moment.
Everything and all the ***** chores
seems so easy to handle.
Because you are here,
your presence is comforting.
Thank you for letting me win your heart,
I'm so grateful for all that you are.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Easy to please,
not really,
hard nut to crack,
I think so.
You cannot please
anyone ever,
even yourself.
Only your best
you can do.
To be perfect is a form
of mental illness,
it drives one crazy,
even those seeking it
and the ones you want
to please can testify.
Perfection is an ideal
we all will want to attain,
but to merely assume
perfection is to cease ones
advancement towards it.
Error as an opposite pole to
perfection has perhaps a value,
it may cause you the need for
further future personal
development.
Such an error has cost me a tear.
It has taught me such
a great lesson.
A lesson very regrettable.
Simplicity is the only way out
of that error.
Easy does it.
Not all who wanders are lost.
You can command nature
only by obeying her.
It yields to the one with
an ear to the ground,
and leads such a one to
the higher ground.
Everything seems clearer
and easier.
Besides can you really be perfect
and without errors?
That's the beauty and essence
of our make up.
So before you judge me,
make sure you are perfect,
or that perfection you seldom
possess will exclude you,
because you are not perfect.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme.All Rights Reserved.

I know that judgement is near,
for the frightening catastrophic
occurrences of brutality in
countries around the world
towards their fellow man,
especially in communities nearby
is heartbreaking and
freezes the heart of anyone
witnessing the outflow of wickedness
of man displaying their cruelty,
arrogantly showing their
foolhardiness with reckless abandon
and refusing to be mindful of their actions
or do anything to ameliorate their acts.
Show of force from our supposed
protectors against the ones they were
suppose to defend and protect is baffling.
Harassment of their citizens
is the order of the day.
No day passes by without a form of intimidating gruesome display of force.
The innocent ones were made to suffer.
No protection of any kind for the young
and fragile ones.
The weak and afflicted ones were
abandoned to die.
It seems there's war going on when
actually there's none.
How can we bridge this gap between
the elite and the poor?
This gully is too deep for our people to cross.
It looks like the gazelles and the bison crossing the Serengeti river,
while the lions are having their fill,
the crocodile are having the best time
of their lives.
There must be something to be done to heal our land.
Or is this a punishment from the gods?
If they truly exist then they must do something to come to our aid
and heal our people and their lands
so that peace will once again return
and the generation to come will know
that there is God.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

It is not my fault.
Not in my linage,
not in my blood,
how to make things
disappear as I pass close
to other peoples things
or items not mine
or cherished possessions,
not even in their absence,
things not my own,
not belonging to me,
for I am not a magician.
Was not born a
kleptomaniac.
I guess I'm good at
leaving things behind,
instead of stealing them.
They disappoint me,
hurt my feelings.
What can I say,
of those elite ones
in public office
embezzling public funds
or rather stealing it.
What a humiliation  
for the family,
or the embarrassment
to the friends of such a one.
I cover my face in shame
because of people like that.
It's not in my blood,
I cannot condone such people.
A thief is not a thief
because he stole,
a thief is a thief because he steals.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

How did I ever even get here,
to this lonely place,
alone in this palace,
this place of solitude,
so quiet I can feel
the warmth of Nok the cat
sitting calmly,
from a distance at the corner
of the room window pane
with eyes closed as if he's
waiting for someone
special to join us,
oblivious of the world outside.
Looking out from where I seated,
I could see the trees dancing
to the music played by the wind.
I can also see a lonely bird
sitting all alone like me,
and I can't help but to think,
if this lonely bird is also waiting
for the lover to come.  
Suddenly I felt a warm
embrace of her hand around me,
so comforting and reassuring,
and within me I also know that
it's going to be okay with that
lone bird out there as I heard
the song of another bird
calling out to the one on the tree.
Nok the cat was also picked up,
for i could hear him purring with joy.
It's not so bad after all at being alone but not lonely for a while.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

I know the one who
made my heart raced,
to palpitate uncontrollably,
to make me shake
as if I have a fever.
I know the feeling experienced.
Out of the world I roamed
the whole galaxy.
Time stood still,
wishing for it not to end.
For that touch
I will give anything.
Her warm embrace
is like heaven.
Her breathe as fresh as
the morning breeze of
a cool windy beach,
her skin so soft
with a fragrance like that
of a rose petal.
The soul that never
loved is lost,
it is only that kind
that lives in hell.
Sometimes life is
about risking everything
for a dream no one
can see but you.
You will never know
the real value of a moment until
it becomes a memory.
Right now I have some big,
happy, jump-in-the-air news for you,
my friendly lover and my most loveliest
friend is here.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

What is this man,
Can you tell me?
Man is a spirit.
The spirit is man.
Man, the spirit.
The Spirit man.
Both are blended into
one spiritual force.
The spirit man is from above
and is heavenly,
while the man is physical
and is earthly.
This man and that man
lives in a physical body,
possessing the power of both
the upper world and the lower world.
Two different kingdoms infused into one.
Converged in his being are
complex and multiple nature and
thought patterns interwoven within
his mind in resonance to the
influence of the spirit man.
Both are infused
and encapsulated together
into one whole essence.
The spirit man becomes more in tuned
to the octaves and radiations
within the balanced rhythmic
interchange of the cosmic forces
and intuitively linked to both internal
and external wavelength.
The consciousness of the mind of man
recognizes this fact,
and dynamically helps you within
to live in harmonium when you find
the rhythm that balances and centres you. ©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Let it be known that
I'm not a man given to
lies as some may assumed.
Let it be on record.
Be it known that henceforth
I turn away from all things not
worthy to glorify him
or of me to be doing.
I know I am a man of sin,
not pure or worthy to carry
that message of hope,
but the power of the anointing
compelled me to stand in your
presence with out being judged.
Let it be recorded for posterity.
Make known the way of living
with the divine ability even when
you feel ***** and not so clean,
so you can be set free.
Even the Word that comes forth
from the mouth of our Lord and savior
has made you free.
Let it be known through out the world
of his ability and presence.
Write it down so that generations
to come will know of the name,  
Christ the Priest King.
Proclaim him to the world so that
generations unborn will hear it.
Believe on his Lordship,
He is worthy to be praised.
Worship him for he is worthy
to be adored.
Glorify him for he is worthy.
Lift him up so high above all
that is created or made so
all eyes will see Him.
This King of glory is in the midst
of all things,
do not fret.
Let it be known to all creation,
that he is the king.
Alleluia Amen.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

My desire is to know you.
All I ever want is you.
Draw me to the father
Holy Spirit divine.
Let your Word be made
alive in me.
Cause my heart to be
obedient to your spirit,
that my joy may be full.
I yield myself to you.
Have your way with me.
Let me be worthy
to carry your presence
to impact and affect the world,
that they may know
your existence and love.
Let your power glory pervade
the universe to cause
all your creations to bow
to your supremacy as king
of our castle.
Let your love already shed
in our hearts touch the hardness
and wickedness of man,
change lives and bring succour
to our ways of living.
Let it manifest to the darkness
in our lives to illuminate our paths.
Bring your peace to your people
and cause them to remember
and know that you are God.
This is my desire.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Death is just the taking away
of the gross material that
enshrouds and hides
the life essence that is you,
setting you free from your
temporary cocoon that has become
your mortal prison.
In your freedom,
You will find there's no death.
Live your life fully with gladness.
Be aware of your awesomeness
and make a mark with your life.
Follow the path of righteousness.
Realise that you are nothing more
than a sojourner on earth.
Enter into each day with
joyful tenderness in your heart.
Take whatever comes to you,
either good or bad as it is
without much ado,
for they come to make up
the textures of your life.
Be strong and courageous
Remain calm in the face of adversities.
Be unshakable,
for all you encountered and achieved
is for a while and for a purpose,
to make your life a worthy one.
Do not for any reason cause anyone
to weep or go through an unnecessary harrowing experience because of you.
Live wherever life places you in harmony
with those in your sphere
knowing you are there to serve.
Be aware of what will be a source of
your future annoyance,
and with wisdom deal with it
or completely avoid it.
Remember who you are always.
Do the right things.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

This tabernacle was given
as a covering,
a house to dwell in,
a sanctuary,
a home called the body,
that hides the life essence
that is you,
the castle where the king
resides within the heart.
This tabernacle is
your temporary dwelling place
for a dual entity of the
spirit man to inhabit.
Here in the tabernacle
you live in both worlds,
an alien as a resident
of a geographical region
of the universe hiding
within this cocoon,
living in both worlds
magically simultaneously
with multi-colour shades.
It is amazing how this mystery
works in synergy,
blending together to make you
a unique creation,
man by day,
spirit by night,
perfectly timed,
indomitable and invincible,
fearfully woven with a
breathe within breathe
to last forever,
within the world only
slightly beyond,
there lies our next day resting place.
Don't ask me to tell you how,
you will find out when you translate.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

The Holy Spirit dwells in you,
so you are adequately cared for,
to the glory of God.
You wax stronger by the day
and manifest the glory of God,
even in your body
and everywhere you go.
His strength he provides
when you are weak.
All your struggles he understands
and helps you get through it.
Your pain and hurts he took away.
He ever stands in the portal
of your heart in guard.
He neither sleeps nor slumber.
His love within amazes me,
it is so comforting.
The ancient one who has no
beginning or end reigns
in the castle of your heart.
Honor him for he is the king.
He is ever present, ever ready.
His comfort reassures.
Your struggles are over because
of his presence.
His love is all you need to be healed.
My heart is so grateful for this glorious treasure hidden within me.
I will always carry his presence
to affect my world.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

In this life,
you cannot have
both world's,
no it can't be done.
You choose one,
either right or wrong,
you win or you lose,
you die or you live,
you either keep on
keeping on,
or you keep on living
on the ground floor.
Both cannot merge.
But another hidden way
belongs to those who
finds the middle path
between the extremes,
they will always come out
victorious for such is
the beginning of a glorious
life free of the perilous
ways in the world.
No mediocrity,
only a higher life above the
ordinary full of incessant
activities with an extraordinary
lifestyle.
Is it possible?
Affirmatively yes,
it is possible.
Pesky lifestyle of others must
be tolerated or be avoided
to win your battle of self.
With enormous gratitude,
live your life amongst others
with joyful tenderness.
And when you win
enough of your battle,
then humanity will blend with
your vision for they are looking
out for such a one in their midst.
Be that fellow who has
found the inner wheel.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

The life of power is so
funny that man becomes so
engrossed with such impunity
to pursue a purposeless life
full of vanity and violence
to keep their sinking ship afloat
to sail in their stormy waters
full of monsters.
Wake up now and save yourselves
from this tsunami that's going to
wipe you away from that delirious
dream of yours.
As oppressors are so blinded by greed,
even so are the ones seeking power.
Intimidation becomes their best
weapon to oppress the weak.
Their eyes blinded to the
tears of the hungry,
ears closed to the cries of the afflicted,
no mercy for the sick ones,
their hearts hardened for there's
no pity in them.
They abhorred to be corrected,
advice given are not taken
for they cannot be counselled.
Corrupted by greed,
they dip their hands deep into
the public funds kept in their custody.
The funds meant for National use
disappeared on their watch.
Yet they claimed to be innocent
of their heinous crimes,
pretending to be honest they
rob the state treasury.
Looters are they amongst themselves,
a disgrace to the service entrusted to them,
exposing their ignorance to the gullible.
Shame on you.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Like I have just stepped out
of a cocoon hidden in an
ancient ageless cave.
Freshness of the atmosphere,
so amazingly beautiful and divine
greets me as if am jolted back
out of a long absence into the
present moment.
Everything seems anew
as I looked at the firmament
after a long slumber.
I can hear my pounding heart
as if it's just starting for the first time.
But this serenity I feel around me
eludes many.
Amidst the turmoil and noise,
the devastation and hunger,
the hopelessness I see in the
eyes of the young ones,
dashed dreams amongst the elderly,
disappointments amongst the youth,
depression within the heart of our women,
discrimination among different ethnic tribes,
separatism of the rich from the poor,
the greediness within secular bodies,
control and robbery in religious circle, lasciviousness and whoredom
amongst women already taken is heartbreaking,
increase of ****** in our society,
families torn apart,
the presence of ethnic cleansing
from these strange ones is disturbing.
My heart at the moment seems unperturbed,
but withdrawn from all these unnecessary harrowing growing pains.
I have seen deaths of the innocent ones
which society seem to reject.
I have watched bigotry unleashed
and put in place by the trusted people.
Unwittingly there's anarchy within.
I watched as a spectator looking at the tumultuous ebbs of the ocean tides,
the breakdown of law and
order amongst the people.
But my heart is at peace with myself
and the world for I know that judgement is near.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme.All Rights Reserved.

Can I take about 60 seconds to
tell you how amazing you really are?
Would you mind?
Well you see..
It's not that simple,
But today,
my job was easy...
because well,
here you are.
And so here is my entry for today:
You may not realize this,
but you are a walking masterpiece.
As this speaks of you,
my love,
my heart,
my strength,
my passion,
my soul,
my equal,
my best friend,
my soulmate,
my challenge,
my everything.
You are a living,
breathing structure built of
206 interlocked bones.
640 interwoven muscles.
And 95 billion neurons,
all shooting energy
and messages endlessly to each other,
every moment of the day.
On top of all that,
You breathe 20,000 times per day.
You blink your eyelids 28,000 times per day.
And your heart beats 115,200 times per day.
All without even thinking about it!
Isn't that amazing? :-)
Plus, aside from being a walking masterpiece of science -
You are beautifully,
fearfully,
excellently,
gloriously made.
You are one of the most Generous, Thoughtful, and Kind person I know.
So, first of all, I just want to say,
THANK YOU FOR BEING AWESOME.
May your day be filled with all that is beautiful and divine.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

I saw you in a dream last night.
You were standing at
the edge of the ocean.
You were alone,
but it seemed like
you were waiting for
someone special to
join you in just a moment.
Your back was straight,
you were radiant with good health.
And there was this sense of purpose,
and just being perfectly
at home with who you were
and where you were going in life, that..
Well, it made you glow.
I also couldn't help but
notice that what you
were wearing (which seemed new)
looked really good on you.
Anyway -
Not to go on forever.
But it was really striking.
In the dream,
I asked what had happened
to make all this happen
for you in such a short time.
The answer came instantly,
flashing into the air overhead
like a movie in the sky.
Love, just love!!
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Within the framework
of my writing,
Inside my poetry,
words came out,
painting the parchment
with influx of indelible
words of living,
my heart speaks,
my fear speaks,
emotions speak,
and my soul speaks that which
the spirit utters,
my struggles are seen
through the window of the mind
that my heart opened.
My consciousness translates
the sacred words which
the God of my heart revealed.
The hand arranged into words
those things that are seen by the eyes.
Formed into words are impressions
the ears constantly gathers.
Words are powerful,
they are divinely coded symbols.
Mysteries are hidden in words
that are formed in the mind
and uttered by the mouth.
Words carries within it the seed
of the moment to sprout tomorrow.
There are treasury of thoughts within man.
Take heed of the words that comes out
of you for the tongue is a weapon that
can pierce the heart.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Today I come out from under
the rock where I am hiding
for safety of the stray bullets of
self-made enemies even though
there is no war
but battle is going on.
This sacred rock,
so to speak,
has kept many safe,
the hush hush whispers,
the I don't know attitude,
the quite way of going around
as if nothing is happening,
but fully aware of danger
lurking in the dark,
like the volcano waiting to erupt.
The strangers took the advantage
of our nonchalant weakness,
amassed weapons of destruction,
building strategies under our very nose.
We smell the flowers but
deaf and dumb to its poison.
Today I urge you to leave
your comfort zone behind.
I'm surprised at what I saw at a glimpse.
The strangers living amongst us
Unwittingly sneaked so close
and has mischievously
laid a trap in our backyard,
planning our demise at a trumps call
while we buy, sell,dine and dance.
This is a wake up call from your slumber.
Come out of your comfort zones,
out of under the rock where you hide.
Awake now my beloved people.
Arise and defend yourselves
from this impending danger,
or you will have nothing to wake up to.
Save yourselves from thunderstorms,
your culture and tradition,
Secure your generation,
protect your children.
Arise now and live.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

My heart,
a place of solitude,
my place of worship,
a place of pleasure,
place of leisure,
treasure of love,
where God resides,
my happy place,
hidden within.
At this sanctuary,
not all is allowed to enter,
only the admitted few,
selective admittance is permitted.
The world,
my whole life,
my struggles,
my joy,
pains of my inner fear is experienced here.
The beauty of man is carried there,
like the moon with its two sides,
the ugliness of the dark side
of man is hidden there.
This heart of man,
who can know it?
With its complicated complexities,
the heart of man is carried with dignity,
full of grace, vigour and beauty,
though mixed with greed,
there is also a taste of
emotions of hate,
and unimaginable unfathomable
touch of wickedness.
It requires the alchemical fire of the divine light to purify it so that man can be metamorphosed into a demigod,
become that sun of righteousness,
where the true love abound.
Strive to reconfigure your heart,
make it a grandeur irreproachable portal where innumerable company of angels dwells.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

I have a life of power
and incessant activity,
taciturn dispositions,
good morals,
pure even to austerity.
The imagination,
of a rich,
creative character,
I'm in love also with
the fantastic,
with a great aptitude
for assimilation.
Born on a friday,
the twentieth day
of the seventh month
of the calendar year,
of nineteen hundred and fifty-six,
the year of the monkey,
an erratic genius,
of the fourth sign of the zodiac.
My changing mood
are due to excessive
impressionability
and sensitiveness from
the moon who has its
throne at my birth constellation.
Vicissitudes and worries
of mine are many,
some are of mysterious nature,
but at the hour of my
most desperate crisis,
unexpected assistance always
come up providentially.
I am mysteriously secured,
and so grateful for this glorious
life I'm called to live.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

The magic of once upon a time
has gone out of the garden of which
man was made to tend and to keep.
The mysteries in our world meant
to lead man to the miraculous
disappeared by the hate filled life
of our heartless way of living.
Our way of life are so full of greed,
that man become so empty,
for we pursue the mundane things
outside the glorious treasures
hidden within our consciousness.
Driven by the unreasonable
frivolous emptiness of a
quick silver lifestyle of the lost ones,
many have wandered away
from the castle of the valued
and treasured precious mysteries of
creation hidden within the heart of man.
Man can always return to the exulted glory,
for the paradise is not completely lost.
As simple as it is,
all that is required is to love one another,
and that magic lost will gradually come back.
The glorious heart of the exulted man,
the intelligence of the mind of man knows,
and understands this truth.
He only needs to step into the place that centers him within to fully enjoy
the joyful tenderness of an exulted being.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

The wind whispers a new song
to usher in this new moment.
And even the moon sang,
joining the humming birds at dawn.
The stars danced to the musical
tune of the wind in the moonlight
amidst the open space of
the galaxy in the twilight.
The cloud danced for there is
love in the air.
The lilac trees shed it's flowers
by reason of the wind,
blown out far into the night,
spreading it's perfume around freely,
it's fragrance can be smelled miles away.
The wind singing a happy song
as it carries out the message
of love to refresh different homes
as lovers sit outside their garden at night watching the magic show of the almighty scattered through out the firmament.
Oh what a blessing to behold the beauty of creation at such a memorable moment.
Eyes can even catch a glimpse of angels calmly going about their sacred duties unperturbed at that sublime moment in the quietness of the night.
It is really a blessing to
behold that glorious moment.
Join me tonight to listen
to the beautiful songs of the stars.
Your heart will be so glad it did.
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She came out of nowhere
into my life through the one
close to me for blood speak,
wanting the best for me.
Now I'm stuck to her heart,
glued to her love just like that.
Wondering where was
she all along.
But she came at the right time
to rescue the broken and fallen me.
Restore the lost hope
of my fragile heart.
Mend the brokenness
of my empty world.
Now I'm alive again.
Everything seems anew.
Deep calling the deep.
Can you hear the butterfly?
Could even hear the
grasshopper chirping.
The laughter of children
at the backyard,
so beautiful.
Seems as if I just woken up
after along slumber to face
the broken world afresh.
My heart is so grateful
for a time such as this.
Like a finger pointing to the moon,
you don't keep looking at the finger,
Or you will miss all
the heavenly glory.
This is the final chapter.
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You will surely soon become
the sacred animal for sacrifice,
to cleanse the land
and purify the abominable
acts of our people,
instigated by the unreasonable
ignorant elders.
And for those that have died
on account of their ignorance,
have paid with their blood
to cleanse our land.
These sacrifices are
not willingly given.
Will the gods accept such
a waste of human lives
to ameliorate their anger?
Or will another sacrifice
be performed to appease
their already inflated anger
over these ethnic cleansing
by a group seeking for dominance.
These strangers in the land
could not tolerate our differences
in this forced relationship.
Their greediness and overbearing
attitude is frightening.
With hidden intent,
Cunning and Forcefulness,
with intimidation they unleashed
mayhem to our people.
Dazed as if hypnotized,
with voodoo and hoodoo at work.
no one is doing anything about it.
Everyone is watching as our families,
Our friends, youths, children,
women, the elderly,our farms,
barns are destroyed,
properties burnt down by
these strange ones.
You will soon be the next if you
still stand and do nothing.
Do not be an unwilling sacrifice,
do something.
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