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CHIKA OGBONNA


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,
The rain of oppression.

Is it coming hard on you?
Will you arise to your defence?
Aha! I can hear you whisper, “No”
Why? When freedom is our wish.
When sunshine is our desire
I wish it is not raining on our future hopes.
The little innocent kids in the cradles.

It falls on the weathering dry leaves -
Yet, they are not revived
Is it not a mystery that it chose to breed its offspring.
Here in our planet earth?
Offsprings that lost our nation treasure.

The ones that sit on our promotions in offices.
The ones that want to remain rulers forever.
The ones that traffic our females to oversea countries for prostitution.
It is raining not drizzling.
It is raining not dropping.
It is raining now and will remain forever.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 01, 2008

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Neil Marsden (10/1/2008 8:55:00 AM)

    Hi there,

    This is indeed a very emotive nad thought provoking piece of work and one which needs to be read over and over again to grasp the sheer intensity of the deeper meanings - Well done. Neil. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 4,978 Points Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black (10/1/2008 8:54:00 AM)

    All troubles come and go and every individual in each generation has to learn their lessons.The sweet water can wash away the bad things as well as nourish the earth.good poem about despaid and hope. (Report) Reply

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