John Chizoba Vincent Poems

Who is praying for our sick mother?
Let's stop casting blame on the giant
cock that crows before the waking dawn.
Our mother is sick and needs our prayers,
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mother said the best place to laugh is in the graveyard and mortuary.
father told us the better place to cry is in the church,
but, I've learnt that the white place for all these is within you!
because, it gives you a grey freedom,
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what about the boys in Pakistan's war front?
what about those boys in Iran battlefield, those boys learning how to pull the trigger with a warning fingers on the crossroad of Iraq & Afghanistan?
what about those boys raped in the street of Nigeria?
those boys in the act of loneliness in the army, what about them?
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One day, I will write many words that
Shall not be uttered by many men but
Those in the tribe of poetry and painters.
My dance shall be flowered with words
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In your blood we are birth,
In you we shall die like sons,
When the wind shall call of
A global village; you'll stand.
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this is the house we were made.
a house papa and mama's colors joined together.
we have the map of this building in our palms,
we could not allow it to exile us like the tortoise
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Never leave knowledge alone
It is your ladder to greatness,
Never leave understanding behind
It is the road to your success.
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Let my mouth waters at the sight
Of that beautiful Egusi Soup under skirt,
It is seasoned from above by God.
Submit my soul to that woman
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WHEN WE ARE ONE

When we are one like the wind
We become inseparable
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LAWS MADE IN MY COUNTRY

Laws made in my country are
For the poor, made to punish
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