The 'eze Ndi Igbo' (King Of Igbos) Poem by Emeka GOC

The 'Eze Ndi Igbo' (series)

King of Igbos in foreign lands
Common tittle explodes into a storm
There came down, brimstones and fire
Spitting a massive volcanic sulphur and fire
Threatening enterprising people with a storm

Accused, they accuse; they take our work
They create opportunities for our children to work
They take our husbands and our wives
They build businesses without strives
They take even our university degrees in feart
We do not want them on the face of the earth

There arose, tensions like a great tempest
Baseless, unneeded friction, artificially brewed
Locally engineered aimless selfish gain protest
The protests target the newly crowned Eze of Igbo people
The Eze ndi Igbo in South Africa

Shortly another protest in African land
Against the Eze ndi Igbo in Ghana Africa land
For a 2012 scrspped decision to build youth centers
Our beloved neighbours, together we share the Island
This time Ghana the land of Gold
Pillaged by the white people of old
No protests, no friction and still kissing their toes