Prince Chibuike


Honourable Land - Poem by Prince Chibuike

In this our honourable land, we smile while there is torture.
Rain dugs our cheek at early depature,
i forgot its an old culture.
Kirikiri is better than freedom,
i am weary of this kingdom, i thought we have buried sordom,
in it i see no but bordom.
Where is moses, sleep walking is our preacher,
his bell in a cold whisper,
it is not yet winter, yet our smiles geting fainter mourning is sour, morning maybe better


Comments about Honourable Land by Prince Chibuike

  • Emy Chunye (4/12/2010 10:51:00 AM)


    Brother u make plenty a sense, and a deep one for those from naija. Just a few errs i guess. 'rain digs our cheek' (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 9, 2010



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