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uzzi obinna Jun 2023
The son of my mother seems not to talk to me.
I treat him like a best friend while he treats me as his enemy
Hopefully some day he’ll see I want the best for him
And I hope that one day he and I will make a better team.
My respect goes out to those who respects their family.
Only in such  a respect can people give birth to royalty.
uzzi obinna May 2023
I think I hear the sound of rain again,
I think the storm will come and wash the pain,
Do you hear the devil call my name in vain?
He tried to live inside of me and my soul to gain
Where do I go from here?
Why does this remind me of desperate times?
Why don’t the people read between the lines?
Do you see drama but don’t see the signs?
The degradation and the steep decline?
Where do we go from here?
We live in crowds but live lonely lives,
Desperate daughters becoming broken wives,
The lies cut deeper than the split from butchers knives
False Memories stored in the dark archives
What do we want to hear?
IS it freedom is it fear?
Is it bravery when we don’t dare?
Is it boldness when we care?
Is it falsehood that we all wear?
Tell the devil I saw him in a man’s heart
Tell him reveal yourself while I play my part.
Tell the angels to tell me, where should I start?
Relay my Sos message to push the restart.
What do you think we fear?
There is no hand shake there are no friends,
We are all enemies plunging to the end,
We **** our neighbours children and still pretend
To love the children in the mines whose backs they bend
Where comes the diamonds you wear?
Yes, give it all away and come with me,
No you hate me so suddenly,
Giving all to the poor is what we call bravery,
No, now you hate me and call me enemy.
Who causes the others’ tears?
The chains around the neck of my ancestors brought them here,
The chains in my pocket has brought me here,
We both share the same tears.
And are separated from our loved ones here
The double standards in the wisdom of the greats
Create convincing books (hooks) and you are the bait
Men without honour, soul or faith
If you really doubt me ask the Gates.
The vaccinated African children can relate.
He is their knight in shinny armour,
He’s not the reason for the Capitol clamour,
He seems to be a man of valour
He is confused with nothing to stand for,
Just like others he’s rotten in his core,
Do you hear the sound of rain or should we ring the bell?
Do we eat, dance and drink and be the stories the future will tell?
The barbarism, bias, hatred, the universes’ cancerous cell
The religious and the atheist will all be put in one hell.
Their philanthropy is a two-edged sword
Right hand shake and the left to shade your blood
Materialism is their preachers’ god,
Be patient they say and wait upon the Lord;
Fight to the end or do not fight at all,
Be quiet and listen for the master’s call.
Your master or whose master’s call?
The luxury we enjoy causes another man’s pain
Men in suit and those in jeans are the same
lawmakers they are, so they claim
United Nations uniting in vain.
Yes abundant rain comes our way
No Noah’s ark cause we all must pay.
uzzi obinna Apr 2022
All the way back to my home
Were pink roses on every side:
You were there to hold my hand
Wasn't hard for you to decide.

What i was didnt matter,
That striking stare from your eyes:
Was a great thing to see,
Only i dont get to see it twice.

All the way back to my home,
You took my hand in yours:
When it got bright just after dark,
I stepped through the open door.

All the way back to my home,
We say our last goodbyes,
The smell of earth touched by rain,
And pink roses on every side.
Feeling really low, my friendship with this person is in a turbulence at the moment. She is ust special and i think i might loose her
uzzi obinna Apr 2022
Made the decision to cut certain ties,
when it became a must that I have to rise;
Now the dream's clearer and I will outshine,
yes the divine agenda in my master's design;

It's family first at every cost,
never making the same mistakes of those who lost;
some thought I could not make it so I paid them in full,
Now I am getting there so tell me who is the fool;

whether I live long or die at any time,
may my successes prove that I reached  my prime;
grow too big to associate with your people,
it's nothing but the start of a type of evil;

Never drag anyone with you when going up,
let them come running with you or else you drop;
its hard to balance it all in this world we live in,
with the hustling everyday you are lucky to be breathing;

your friends are too desperate and afraid to wait,
do not look up to me cos I can't dictate your fate;
I do what I can to disperse everything I have,
there are too many of you and I don't know who to starve;

They depend on me but I fail sometimes and fall real low cos I am just a man,
hell I don't know if the stop sign will be at my doorstep tomorrow and yes all I had was a plan:

And when some thought they had it all and rubbed it on my face,
I was laughed at and scorned, given everything short of a praise;
it didn't matter then and sure as hell don't matter after all these years'
except it only matters cos it sparked the fire that led me here;

it's very hard to love in a world full of fakes and hate,
keep a pure heart or else you break and seize to elevate;
Try not to Lord your opinion cos you don't know it all,
keep your heart open and know when to build a wall;

If we all contribute a little good we could fix this world(1),
but what is right or wrong when we all have different gods;
become great or die trying(2), leave no stone unturned,
resilience is one of the ways that success is earned;

better to try and fail than not to try at all,
start from something and despise nothing small,
and when it comes to deciding to cut ties,
may it be a decision made by a wise.
references made: (2)Curtis "50 cent" Jackson, (1) Evelyn Beatrice Hall(1868-1956)-the friends of Voltaire (1906) Ch 8. page 221.
uzzi obinna Jan 2021
All the way back to my home
Are pink roses on every side:
You were there to hold my hand
Wasn't hard for you to decide.

What I was didn't matter,
That striking stare from your eyes:
Was a great thing to see,
Only I don't get to see it twice.

All the way back to my home,
You took my hand in yours:
When it got bright just after dark,
I stepped through the open door.

All the way back to my home,
We say our last goodbyes,
The smell of earth touched by rain,
And pink roses on every side.
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