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Ugochukwu Aneke Poems
Slavery After 1960
Know ye the truth & it shall set ye free Oneness should flow naturally not imposed Like a green fetus corded to a white woman
The House Of Heaven
Ruth excelled in naive innocence Sowed a seed purely for the purity of adulthood Until the shoot of her flower got torn She lost faith & wallowed away adamantly
Tailors do wish to bribe the barking time - And jump the cue to make a swift delivery. Bankers eat their cake to grant a loan - And have it back from the sold collateral.
My Sister Mutilated By Wealthy Rapists
Man proposes, God disposes in time The servants least awaited the end of the fattened cow Neither did the prodigal's father see a starry sign The prodigal tho' his share, had swine meals to gnaw
I Know The Prince Of Peace
They count their holy beads with life claws Awe that Muham'd came & stood for peace Fingered-hands say the Roman rosary O Mother-mary, regarding less the Lords Words
When men seem to let go patience And seek gratification as essence Knowing of ends rather than means Look away brother, and die the eagerness
The Glory Of Death
My soul smells soft dust That do burst the yolk of my wet eyes And decay being its thrust worst To the host flesh that must allow death.
The Profound Man
It takes a rare eye to see a smell Tho' man is endowed with vanishing virtues It is the remains not the man, That rot in the masses of the mould
Sympathy alone accompanies my senses No father to cloth my unclad self My members left unkempt; result of no family my tears wept by the rain & not a mother
With pure alluvial, I'll pay a price - To the cemetery ferry-man - To lead me to the vast catacomb Where even the gabbiest are dumb
Atimes, I wallow in shallow thoughts Vivid portraits of the event stays Sand paths never were ways Could there be different devoted salts?
In The Cold Moonlight
In the cold moonlight Under the Lamped haven, dearth of moths Each four household in seclusion sat And languished events of their importunate thoughts
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Slavery After 1960
Know ye the truth & it shall set ye free
Oneness should flow naturally not imposed
Like a green fetus corded to a white woman
Yea, the God of creation, in direct of our noble cause
Did not design the Niger River in blindfold
As its yard is not even a stone throw
Nor was he mistaken when men spoke differently
And he willed them to pass their distint record -
Through the scribes of their tribe.
If by my actions or inaction I hurt my mother
Sometime in '67 or '77,
I'd be tensed to apologize, lest I be cursed
Yet, the 'GOC' bordered not a bit of Mrs. ...