I DID NOT KNOW HE LIVES THERE.
How can you, man, look for the fearless life
on land where time is flying, holding you
intending to throw you in seas of death
where whales receive you with their opened mouths?

There is no hope except in Him who makes
the people all and has the source of joy,
but where is He? I don't know where to find
His smile that fills my heart with endless hope.

After long search, l've found him in the hearts
of every person who does not know Him.
I've given succour to those tearful eyes
and got from them my long lost aim and glee.

How could l know that poor and homeless kids
with those old men who sleep on pavement sides,
together with the drunkards none respects
could have the Lord of lords inside their hearts?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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I PITY YOU!
Pilot, you had nerve break down
after having thrown that bomb
which had killed so many lives
and had deformed many more.

What could happen to your mind
and to your most distressed soul?
Could a new start bring you hope,
or you caught Iscariot's hand?

What is life if old age gets
encircled inside a gaol,
remorse builds its fearful walls
and no hope to bring it light.

Soldier, if you think your shot
will deprive some kids and mum
of the father whom you ****,
you will think of it a lot.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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PROVE YOURSELF. Revised
None is fondled in this field.
Just your works can commend you.
They can lift you up or throw
Your decayed name out of view.

Each looks for a valued goal,
which stays nil in others' eyes
till he can convince the crowds
that his tower will soon rise.

Neutral is the world around,
watching with its careless look,
clapping to those who can write
their initials in life's book.

Books of life open their hearts
only to those who can sign
their sublime names with a pen
gold in nature and divine.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE OTHERS FIRST
Woe to him who saves himself
ere he saves those around him.
He will face his self remorse
which is harder than hell's grief.

Love those who are around you
more than loving your dear self.
They are humans and they have
what you fear and what you crave.

You are asked to give the poor.
Is salvation not a gift?
Which is dearer, loaves of bread,
or an act that saves their lives?

Don't be selfish, my dear man.
Your mirror is people's face.
How can balm reach your own soul
if their tears from their chins drip.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE MEANING OF LIFE
You want to live, depend on self
as each has problems in his life.
Can you help others to survive
while you can scarcely stay alive?

Each does not know where his success
resides as life has lots to face.
It's like a wheel that's turning round;
it takes you up, then to the ground.

What's your outcome in life's exam?
Each does his best for a grand aim.
I can't ask you to leave your pen
and help a friend to get his ten.

One thing l ask as life is hard,
and we all live on callous land.
Let's all join hands to find a cause
that gives a sense to our lives.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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HE DID MORE AFTER HIS DEATH.
Where were You, Christ? So quickly died!
Where were the people who You loved?
All what You did came to its end
and You were placed in Your tomb dead.

How could that Person's name revive
and fill the world with such great love?
There is a secret in all that.
That secret has filled all the world.

That Man could do after His death
much more than what He'd done before.
He came back and left His dark tomb.
How can that happen to a man?

He proved Himself that He was God,
and no tomb could contain His blood.
He told all people they would live
as man had life to stay alive.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE NEW BORN BABE
A new born babe has just come here.
He moves my heart for being so frail.
I place my finger in his hand.
He grasps it as if he seeks help.

Why do you catch my finger, babe?
Are you so scared of this new world?
I have been here for such long time
and till now like you l seek aid.

You feel a stranger in this world !
No wonder, you have just arrived,
but l've been here for such long time,
yet l'm a stranger l still feel.

Don't frown; l know my words are cruel.
You'll be accustomed to cruel words.
You'll love the world; l am quite sure,
and you'll feel sad when you depart.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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