THE LOYAL FAMILY
An unlucky bird had broken
one of its uplifting organs.
It became so sad to live on
land and lose its flying journeys.

Its most loyal mate lived with it
in the middle of a forest
where they built their nest in bushes
and had some chicks which they brought up.

One day hunters saw the female
up a tree and they intended
to discharge a killing bullet,
but the male in front ran faster.

It was shot but saved the upper
bird and was content for its act.
Its relaxed face sent a message,
"I'm so glad to have this fortune."
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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LUCK OR WHAT?
Do you think that there is luck
and it rains on one while he
is so thirsty up a dune
and he quenches burning thirst?

It is said that luck can make
rainy days become quite clear
when a woman wants the sky
for a picnic to be fair.

Lots of people get so rich
through a business of no worth.
They have little mind to use,
but their dumbness is the cause.

Is it luck or is it skill,
or can it be lots of work?
Some would say that luck is all;
others laugh at what they drawl.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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CAN YOU SURVIVE HOPELESSNESS?
I feel surprised how man enjoys
the food he eats, the spring cool breeze.
How does he like to promenade
along the coast or round the town?

We relish food when we are sure
that days will bring good news and joy,
the sun will give its splendid rays,
the moon will be quite round and bright.

We get disheartened when the sun
Is hidden in the writhing clouds.
The moon disperses its faint rays
through clouds that threaten to downpour.

How can you, man, relish your time
and you perceive you are a dude
whose end will be that nasty grave,
the land of worms that you can't swat.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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HE IS EVERYWHERE.
We find that absolution was
so easy at the time of Christ.
Whoever went to Him and begged
salvation got all his demands.

But Christ is now with us as well.
He is with those who seek their loaves
and scarcely can obtain their bread
He's in their hearts and suffer more.

Endeavour to encounter Him.
You find Him crying through their eyes.
Ask Him forgiveness for your sins,
for leaving those who need your hands.

He looks at you with some clear blame
that does not have a touch of wrath.
He tells you that forgiveness is
as it was then but feed their mouths.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE UNIQUE LINK
A person's task none can complete
save man, who links the earth and heights.
His heart's sublime; so are his thoughts,
a work of art of matchless traits.

He has great sympathy and love
whose fabrics just the angels weave.
They knit them of the dew of seas
to form the clouds that quench the trees.

They keep high clouds for sewing clothes.
They make them for the saints to use,
and save the rest for those great mums
whose love is felt in blithesome dreams.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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MAN AND WAR
What are you, war, but a raw sore
that itches those who can't escape.
They're driven like the sheep to die.
unable their complaints to bleat.

Man is created not to die
while he is in the state of sin.
He tries to **** a man unknown.
Does not that lead him to his hell?

And why all that? It's just to please
big bellied kings and their high rank
commanders who are senseless men
hidden quite safely shouting, "Fire".

The kings and their men will get old
and die as heroes nonpareil.
The soldiers die young and they're thrown
in holes of unknown soldiers' graves.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THINK OF THAT TEST.
All wounds are pain, and no one likes
to suffer pain and its harsh strain.
Up there, God asks about my wounds.
I say,"l had some in my life."

I put them all in front of Him
but feel they are too few and slim.
I beg His mercy to accept
my humble injuries on land.

I'm so ashamed of what l have,
but ask His kindness to forgive
what l could not do in life's time
to be the brother of His Son.

My Lord, do not be ******* me.
I've done my best for this hard test.
My trivial scratches are too few.
Forgive me, Lord, for what l show.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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