Ben Chukwuemeka Okere II

Ben Chukwuemeka Okere II Poems

Have our youths gone beserk?
Has Holiness escaped from its tomb of
Human race?
Why does the grey's dream of glory,
...

Just like yesterday, you slept with no pills
My heart also had a rest with thee
For mine was gone with no ills
As everyday gone by, I look to Heaven with great plea.
...

I know the truth at which you aim
How quiet you are 'cause of fear of maim
Your heart filled with the thoughts of your woman's late pregnancy,
For on their faces, signs of malignancy.
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Our hearts had murmured in moments of peace,
Now in our moments of violence it hauled our feelings with ease,
Trenching through the mirror of penury,
As it recaptures the obnoxious attitude of slavery.
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Dreams oh! Dreams,
Littered in the shadows of our memories,
A remnant of shattered hopes,
From the futility of unutured past.
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As a nail to our Hearts
Have you encrypted an emotional symbol,
With fifty days to a celebration,
We share this pain in our joyous shadow,
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Like my feelings in the tide
Travelling like a wind, like our emotions which is bona fide
Like the voices of thunder deep in the air
Have my emotions trembled, 'cause life was unfair.
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Few seconds past have I not felt your presence,
Few minutes gone have I realized your absence,
Few hours withered, have your silence,
Glowed on me, as now, I know death has taken dominance.
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'TO THE HOMES WE LOST'

we were your brethren at the local church
You fed us on the ills of immorality & impurity
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'A TORN IN OUR IDENTITY'

I am Africa's pride
I glided through the perils of colonialism
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Greyish Dreams

Have our youths gone beserk?
Has Holiness escaped from its tomb of
Human race?
Why does the grey's dream of glory,
Fade in a jiffy?
While evil rip our wisdom like a ninny,
We queue, the queue nature doth brought,
But with all no lasting edge.

Have we forgotten our endless dreams?
Have the dirt of this four-walls stained,
Our greyish dreams?
Oh! What face will justice put on
When her wigs are worn without honour?
Oh! How injustice will leap when her tax box
Will be filled.

To the Blessed thermis, our lady, your cries,
Surely, shall be worthless without tears,
For thine reps I see without dignity.
To the unique scales, your measurement,
Surely, shall be without value
For thine stronghold, I look with pity.

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