NKPORO II
In proportion to the gospel of man about creation
& evolution & sand of time,
living in Nigeria is to **** like Osama Bin Laden without origin of profile,
& give your heart to crulty. Man down,
Father picked up the apple for me his good--for-nothing-child; a living dead.
non-living son.
What do we do with this land of ours, Nkporo? I asked my brethren!
I believe you have me, Nkporo.
I believe in dying & leaving a clean footprint.
make life a garden or a glorious victories
& harvest the good thereof in the hands of your grace.
You're magical, Nkporo...
I don't believe in living to die today but dying to live again,
I believe in the depth of nothing; an empty house full of dreams.
And she told me no place like home!
©John Chizoba Vincent
#TheSage
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 4:42 AM UTC
NKPORO II
In proportion to the gospel of man about creation
& evolution & sand of time,
living in Nigeria is to **** like Osama Bin Laden without origin of profile,
& give your heart to crulty. Man down,
Father picked up the apple for me his good--for-nothing-child; a living dead.
non-living son.
What do we do with this land of ours, Nkporo? I asked my brethren!
I believe you have me, Nkporo.
I believe in dying & leaving a clean footprint.
make life a garden or a glorious victories
& harvest the good thereof in the hands of your grace.
You're magical, Nkporo...
I don't believe in living to die today but dying to live again,
I believe in the depth of nothing; an empty house full of dreams.
And she told me no place like home!
©John Chizoba Vincent
#TheSage
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