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MOTHERLAND by Chika Victor Onyenezi
(Nigeria)
Motherland has been stripped
Yet she is still sew cloth
Motherland has been raped
Yet she is still proud
Motherland has been sucked
Yet she still feeds us
Motherland has witnessed death
Yet she still gives birth
Motherland has been maimed
Yet she still resurrects.
LOVE PORTION
The patient lover whispering his mantra,
His bare palms moisturize the earth:
Let the goddess of love hear me,
Pronouncing his floating dreams
To flames of love
Singing litany of passion
Televising his message of flames
Through chalky eye enchanter
Blowing dust of love;
Luring goddess of lust
With his melting heart:
Blue candle of bound,
Red candle of fate,
Black candle of hearts,
Shedding flames of love .
Strong incest to the goddess
Baba's anointing oil of passion
Drawing her love to him.
He knelt beneath the oil bean.
DURING THE WAR
Muscular war of attrition
Clamoring across the Niger
Days of pseudo-peace
Sewed across the broken nation
To hold the falling boundaries
Wind of tumult
Blew across the land:
Dismemberment we seek,
On Aburi we stand,
Lets stir our own ship
Ojukwu led us
To procure our pride;
He blew his Ahiara declaration
On the ears of war
The enclave Ibos
Faced the songs of war;
Eroding their land,
Emptying their stomach.
We entrenched them to feed our words,
“Starvation is a weapon”
Was their handy gun?
Tenacious Ibos fought to cat their strength
The last bullet rebounded
To Biafran land
Spirits of the dead
Filled the land
One Nigeria !
Was the new candlelight.
ICHEKU
The visitor of spirit world,
Rape stone in turn.
Combing the evil forest
You dismantle every trap
Without
Being trapped.
Your strong shell
Shields you
You feed on evil corn and wild virgins
Your long sound probes any womb,
Icheku the long fable
APOCALYPTIC VIEW
( Nigeria )
The tidal wave ran deep into us,
Awakening a large quake
Anger on our land
Through sniffle war.
It ran into the our skin
Damaging our loin clothes
We lay naked in forest of eyes
Baptized in grieve;
Of death and lost
Pseudo-ovation we claimed
A rough slap on our face
We sand filled ages, 1960 till date
Trying to weld a nation.
WHO I AM
I am a public chalice
Wondering priest incest
Sending sweet aroma to my congregation
I died in arts,
Embalmed in lyrics
Sweet sea cacophony.
Enmeshed in immortality
UNSUNG
(Tribute to Oluchi Nwachukwu)
You died unsung
Your lips full of dreams
To whom shall I sing?
Lullaby of success to…
Running on those hills of pain
You swore to gain
But lost again
To death himself
We ran on those sand hills together
Gathered bunches of flowers together
You dug your success
Together we shared pains
Your shadows are gone
The lamp is out
Your hope, dreams are burnt
Odor of lost is painful
Rest in peace.