John Chizoba Vincent Poems

Dear Son!
The little opportunity given to a monkey to wear cloths, does not guarantee it to join the dinning table,
You must honour whosoever that comes on your way.
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Why close your nose when I talk?
Every mouth smells whether morning or afternoon;
Every mouth has an aroma you may not like
But another will appreciate it.
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Hold on with your tale, brother!
You can't deceive me with that
Cock and bull story of lost brain.
Every eyes has some water in it
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Help!
Help! !
Help! ! !
Save our souls!
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I am a writer;
Writing through the eyes of the gods,
Sitted in the midst of the sun and the earth.
I never crave for perfection of my pen,
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My pen still speaks of their eyes;
That eyes that shoot like an arrow
Killing many whose voice are weak.
They plunge our pride under the rain,
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This game of killing is no longer
Safe in our heart of hearts.
This game of looting is no longer safe to
Hear in our society, change and change! !
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Thousand stars hang around his muse;
The mountainous paramount of mankind,
Incredibly a man of honour and grace,
Posterity will be in peace with him
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To dearest: Kukogho Iruesiri samson;
The water that spreads all around the world,
Whose smiles awaken thousand angles.
Your eyes attract the Elites to dine
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When the gods visited in their ragalia,
We were like those that were dreaming.
We walked in the shadow of our stupidity,
We Danced without legs in the public
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