John Paul Sam Nkwain Poems

If only the Deceased Could Resuscitate
Then shall we learn not to dare
If only the lion could talk
Then shall we learn not to dare
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Two Thousand Seasons have gone
Change remains a fact and fiction.
And many change makers have come.
The beautiful ones are not yet born.
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Dear hustler, you are about to go hustle.
Dear hustler; as a hustler, take all your hustling tools.
Dear hustler, you are going to the wilderness and a battle field.
In the forest be ready to meet a lions and wild animals.
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Don't forget
All struggles will end up in vain
That is the treaty of the heaven-earth accord.
Seeds spawn over the years
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Death continues to confound the living.
We are chickens in God's coop
Faith and hope lures us to believe that our Father of inscrutable ways
Saw your accomplishments as worthy and so called you
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Innocent me then! ! !

Then, innocence was considered a crime.
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It is sickening.
Sickening to the stomach.
To see the poor servant
Living in an Eldorado of opulence.
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