Echoes From the Silent Mind E-Book

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• Herausgeber: KenWrites
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

A chocolate box of a variety of poems tastefully crafted for your reading pleasure.

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ECHOES FROM THE SILENT MIND

A COLLECTION OF POEMS

                  BY

       KENECHUKWU OBI

THE SEA IS A MAN

The sea

One moment

Shows calmness

It is blue

Speaks peace

The sea

One moment

Shows furiousness

It is murderous

Speaks violence

SEPTEMBER 11

From September 10- The next dawn arrived pregnant!

No one knew,

And

Dust, smoke, blood roared in synergy-The unexpected!

Americans swallowed a bitter pill

America, a back temporarily bent

September 11

A scar on her psyche

Intent on caging her freedom

Crumbling her iconic symbols

Beyond September 11

I see a stronger America

I see tears on her faceless foes facing judgment

I see an eternal triumph of freedom and democracy

THE FAMISHED

Not only those without food to eat

Not only those without water to drink

Not only those with unwholesome water to drink

Not only those without roofs over their heads

Not only those with cars and unhealthy roads to ride them

Not only those without steady supply of power

Nor only those without good medical care

Those with public health institutions in shreds

Education turned to a neglected child in any land- the land is the famished

Universities turned to cult empires in any land-the land is the famished

The famished is not secured at home

He who is rich but suffers insensitive governance- the famished

No option but becomes government himself

Provides light

Provides water

Provides security himself

The famished is the dubious politician

Full of hollow rhetoric

The smart thief and cultist

The cunning fox

The celebrated executive rogue proud of his moral poverty

His unending list of empty promises so impressive

As the governed constantly wrestle with misery so combative

The famished is a political party

Big but not for true democracy

Big for its rigging capacity

Party for ballot-box riggers

Party for electoral criminals

The famished is a discredited electoral umpire

He refuses to quit with his battered image- the famished

Shameless umpire-the famished

He writes election results

And not count voting results

He is the famished

The famished is the political thug

A foolish tool handy in evil hands

A stupid emissary of havoc

The famished is the political godfather

The man with no shame

The man whose evil scheme will kill someday

He wants to run everything-he is the famished

The famished is the callous one

Conducting contrabands to his land

Spoiled food, fake drugs, he cares not

He who murders the truth for oily hands-the famished

Sound minds inventing inverted platitudes-the famished

He sees the wake of tyranny

He sees justice unsettled

And he keeps mute-the famished

He who places self before fatherland-he is the famished

He who can do nothing to salvage anything-he is the famished

He who can do something but does nothing-he is the famished

The famished is a country

Lifeline strapped to one resource stream

With potentials for more resource streams untapped

She is such a fool to think all the while

That only black gold can keep her going for a long while

The famished is a ruler rather than a leader

A ruler never just-he is the famished

He gets heads rolling just to rule-he is the famished

He is the treasury looter-corrupt public servant

Unborn generations he tramples

With his heinous clandestine-deals

Oh! He cripples health institutions-the famished

See him now on medical trip abroad

Does he know death fears no land?

The famished

Unborn generations are the famished

Have quite thick rubble to clear

A big burden they must bear

What a fate they must share      

And bemoan in awe

For we have failed them all

For being the famished

ABUJA

Where is Abuja?

I do not know

Is it in Africa?

I do not know

Capital city of any African country?

I do not know

What do you know?

A place where thieves go

Thieves with no guns

Thieves with visions

Thieves with visions political in mission

What more do you know?

Thieves go there -- Abuja

I know you know that

And what more do you know?

It is full of money-- Oil money

And what more can you say?

Thieves go there to plunder

And stay there to squander

PONDER THE LEAVES OF A TREE

To the tyrant

It’s to your delight, yes I know

Many heads you head at will

You name yourself sublime

But ponder the leaves of a tree

They surely fall after

THE SHY BRIDE

She is the shy bride; very shy bride

And I, potential groom

Her hand I seek.

She hides, very well hides

In between or behind

Mountains, muddy waters

Pricks and pits.

Wants to see me fall and rise

Fall and rise again

Wants to see me grimace and grin

Deflate and re-inflate

Down but not out

Then she weds me

She is success.

AFRICA TO HER CHILDREN

I am somewhere

From which you were taken against my will

I am the forest

You my trees were taken

I am the farm

Weeded against my will

I am the fruit

Harvested against my will

I am your mother and father

Not able to stop them

The raped

The bleached

The flogged

The stripped

Now I see negro-forests

My trees have made

In distant frontiers

Spreading from strength to strength

That soothes the flow of tears

That I most shed centuries back

Ride on….

Your blackness will always trace me

I did not really lose you