John Chizoba Vincent Poems

the man within me makes me who i am

he is the source of my being
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Be hopeful not hopeless
Honest not mindless
with the zeal so real
Not looking upon your situation
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Take me out of here and,
Never bring me back to this dungeon

Hell for the monkeys
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When i was a baby
with a running nose and incomplete teeth
I went to school with biscuit and sweets
My teacher put me on a writing stool
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Do you know Dr Saka?
The shy gentle chap who dresses in white gown
Fair skinned like ripe mangoes
With a hair cut in a fashionable manner
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We are farmers without hoes and cutlasses
Dancing the stupid song of poverty 
Push us back and forth, we follow
Once in the farmland, we does nothing than sleeping.
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Foolnot only those who have lost their senses
They a cheaters who loot the economy of the nation
Animals and heartless men from the north side of the world
They fail in all the things and make masses cry in pains Affliction and shame move along with them
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The street might have not taste our strength

because we are holed up in captive
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Behind the bar as i stood alone with my thought
I could see the life of my people
In misery and agony fighting for freedom.
How they are humiliated and discriminated
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The hope is gone
The four corner of the street
Had tasted the sweet and bitter part of
Our crying blood in horror.
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