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CHIKA OGBONNA Poems
It Is Raining
It is raining, Over the roof of my building, Not inside the seal of our conscience.
You are the child of your mother happiness. Ever ready to make our cheeks expand. Laughter
The Land Is Green
The land is green It is just green Do not see any other colour That will make you not to cultivate
The Duchess Portrait
There she is looking so pretty She was the duke’s wife My thirst for her is increasing I lust for her as I look
Comments about CHIKA OGBONNA
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
It Is Raining
It is raining,
Over the roof of my building,
Not inside the seal of our conscience.
Our conscience seal fear the rain
The rain is eternal and unceasing.
Yet, it doesn’t wet the ground,
The sounds are for farmers.
Listen, listen to the rhythm
Of the words of the rain,
It is raining all the day long,
Drops on the living,
Drops on the dead
Drops on the innocent
Drops on the guilty
It is raining very high
Every second minute and hour
When will it stop?
No body can say
The rain of crime -
The rain of false hood,