you bully him by his colour, label
him with the #hashtag of contempt
for a colour he did not make -
...
seasons and time have quills of bird
from far off
soar over cerulean void
in thin,
...
the pale saga of numb nature --
an aged witch on street of emotion
serve me her cup of wander wine
distill in lethal pot
...
my mother a candle flame
hard
for weeny lad to prod in windstorm
lay in a divan bed
...
do you know the reason
i wear face cap all the time
do you know the reason
...
on groping alley fenced
with fortified wall of emotion:
dolour, anguish plod all day
...
the friends and lovers i cherish to glimpse
are they that display kinndness to refresh
others; not their chameleon hues and lies
born of the selfish cravings of all flesh;
...
hunger and grief rule today's world while
underhanded rulers stake the life of common
man with war and attrited economic policies
against all moral correctitude display with
...
She is clad in an immaculate robe of the empyrean, ride on muzzy clouds-- a ubiquitous nocturnal queen who wades soft and sober to her kraal
On the street of azure sky stars flash, gleam and blink In honor of the maiden queen seated in the convoy of surging clouds.
No time has a queen flexed her laurels to plume the earth in her silver silk-- the moon glides across the saphire sky with curious, neckling eyes
We watch the elegant queen surge through non-plus cloud; however, splendid and perfect, she has to face up to realities to arrive
...
in the murmur of every sane man,
in the laughter of every born child;
in the smile of every insane soul
are the still echoes of lost hope
...
battered lives on the way
to early grave are made drunk
with the sour liquor of weight--
...
The cry of a mouse trapped the snare
does not entice
the favour of predator
to free her
...
I was born October 22nd 1963 to a single mother at Norkwiri Boue Ogoni of the Niger Delta in Nigeria. Her death during the second year of my secondary school ended my education. I had my poetic inspiration in a dream where a 14 lines poem was written for me to memorise. I was skeptical at first but my love for nature and the political development in my country spurred me to writing poetry. I am married.No child! Presently I run my personal business for a living.)
Prejudice
you bully him by his colour, label
him with the #hashtag of contempt
for a colour he did not make -
something you can not change
you despise him by his colour, pass
judgement before he could say a word
for a colour he did not bargain -
something you can not classicise
you scold him by his colour, cage
him in entangled web of cold feet
for a colour he did not conjure
something you can not abjure
yet; you dote the sky dressed in motley, birds
arrayed in etch smorgasbord plumage
and floral groomed in variety of colours
to appeal and satisfy our senses
you adore blacks coz you are black,
cherish whites coz you are white
and cold-shoulder nature's oneness
as if you can turn the wheel of nature
how much will you have adore birds
of same colour of black or white soar
in a sky of same hue of black or white
if not for their varieties of colour display
you abhor him, scorn variety; please
swerve underneath his skin and uncover
his psyche lay silent in fabrics of gold
it's not black or white as well
cocooned in grey-dark embroidery
of guess work open to interpretation;
it's the person and not the colour
that the narrow-minded predicates!