Chukwuemeka Ogbu Poems

Thou innocence-primed beauty
Thou dainty svelte
Emotion-ripping
Like the sun's silhouette
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He left His Throne
To wear the thorns
And be slain
By mortal men
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I will wait in the rain
Drenched though, I won’t quench
Till the sun dries up the sea
I will try eternal times
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I thought I should write a sacred love song to you
My Preciousness
Word-streams from the vines of my soul do gush forth
Like torrents of golden joy
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This is my story
I will tell it the best way
I know how
You may be a little displeased
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Again sighs break the silence…
With groans stopping ears
Another bomb rips the ribs…
Whose blood must manure this lot?
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