Chris Jibero Poems

Amiss, amiss, amiss!
Something is amiss with my country
Spiritually and physically rich
But apparently presented as poor
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There it lies, the unknown African baby
On warm and fertile African soil
Its birth place, as supple
And tender as a larva ejected
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(Dedicated To Agaptus Egwuogu)

Not all die
only the petty with the avaricious
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A rehearsal of Armageddon
A chilling sight
A rage of nature
Devouring a piece of man
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Not he to lose a match
Not he on this turf
Weighted in his favour
Wherein his fanatical fans
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Season of reaping tenaciously follows
Season of sowing as day follows night
And as a shepherd follows
His flock for certainly does one
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Abuja
Abundance
Budding
Undaunted
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An enchanting sunflower you are
That unfurls as the sun rises
Every morning
To rouse you
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How long more will a burgeoning affection
Be hidden from the prying eyes of men
How long more will I keep a princess
Holed up in the bottom of my bosom
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“Grant me
Oh God
The Spirit
That abhors sin
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