Ike Bismarck Oji

My Colours - Poem by Ike Bismarck Oji

My Best colour!
Yes, Yellow is my best colour.
The colour of the Rising Sun.
The colour, it brilliantly radiates life.
The colour of fiery sweeping warmth.
Dissolves darkness blithely in his wake.
Regal, outstanding, that is his make

My Best colour!
No, Black is my Best colour.
The colour of Black Kind.
The colour, so bold and beautiful.
The colour, so deep and intimidating.
In his blanket, overcomes all opposition.
Totality of power, drive and sensation.

My Best colour!
Yes, Red is my best colour,
The colour, it exudes blood, commitment.
The colour of valiance and determination.
The colour is sacrifice and heroism.
Freedom is Red, no other colour.
It's culture, sacrificial love, enduring ardour.

My Best colour!
No, Green is my best colour.
The colour of blossoming tendrils.
The colour of candorous unscathed hope.
The colour of inchoate unhinged life.
In his greenery, things seem blissful.
Fresh dew, gleaming ideas; so youthful.

My Best colour?
Best are all my colours.
Yet, behold my best colour;
His Golden Majesty, the Rising Sun
Of beautiful Black Kind zealously
burning with red hot determination
for gallant gleaming green results.


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Am Black and proud

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 17, 2012

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