Eyo Justice Ellis

Eyo Justice Ellis Poems

Fear is a possession I no longer own:
I shall be motivated by courage to reap what they've sown
For chaos is a lonely traveler in a desert,
A hungry beast that's seated and served a dessert
...

We started together,
We wrote together.

When we drank from a tap,
...

Do not steal;
Else you'll get ill
And be beaten with a goad -
A rebuke from God.
...

Eyo Justice Ellis Biography

Born in the August month of Babangida's penultimate year as the military president, Eyo Justice Ellis has grown up knowing the little things a child should know and thinking about the many disturbing issues men try to find solutions for. He attended the Ajumoni Secondary School in Mushin, Lagos, Nigeria. He loves literature: the pleasant appeal that it has, the succour that it gives, its diligence, faith, and vision to deliver the messages that it carries straight from God into the chambers of the heart of its lovers and readers, millions of appreciators and hundreds of critics. This is one of the many things that I have to say about literature and life: I have come to know literature as much as I know myself, but as little as I know life because life is the mystery that God has made for man never to understand. He's an active writer and some of poems have been published on Words, Rhymes and rhythm a poetry page on Facebook, Society of Young Nigerian Writers anthology and other online sites and anthologies.)

The Best Poem Of Eyo Justice Ellis

The Palace Bandit

Fear is a possession I no longer own:
I shall be motivated by courage to reap what they've sown
For chaos is a lonely traveler in a desert,
A hungry beast that's seated and served a dessert
In a forest where hustles and bustles are deforested
By dying farmers who live to grow what they've harvested.

I shall not hold my peace against the children of Belial
For they've withheld our tribute and denied their denial
And shall I, the son of Robin not hood the king
And rape his treasury, my victory song sing?

I've slept on trees,
Drank from seas,
Felt the torture of the harmattan,
Ate roasted rabbits with ogogoro- no Manhattan!
Not that which drunks the king to another round,
Whose feces would not aid a corn from the ground.

Tonight, I rob the cruel crown
Lock you the gates, the windows shut down,
My flight would find the roof
And I shall to his basement hoof.
Go tell his knights to sharpen their blades,
My band tell to set the grenades.

The king tonight shall be overthrown-
The land shall be ours even the throne!

Eyo Justice Ellis Comments

Jason Borda 25 February 2013

I thought that poem was great.

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