RENAISSANCE CHIDOZIE Poems

Africa my home, 'oh, black my dear skin
Gloom you possess not, nor diabolic,
It just that our sense is a systemic
Disease, which destroys and leads us to sin.
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Never handle a gun nor dropp a bomb,
Never crawl with belly nor jump from hill,
Never ate raw flesh, took urine as pill
Nor saw my proper written on a tomb.
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I will die, when true word killer's fighters
Inhaleable sprayed spell like pesticide
Won't lure Beings to commit dark suicide
Nor change Beings to dirty ethic eaters.
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Shut not my life 'oh, doom and gloom creature,
Who bite like snake and sting like scorpion,
For only but pride medal of champion,
Thou worn, which pays not your soul debenture.
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Lovely words graced your golden greeting card,
Your elaborate sparkling appearance
Makes you a queen on further acquaintance,
Painting your real world can make me a bard.
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Whether, this journey needs a trillion day,
i must invade the queen's city to pay
for my lost rib's pride
And make her my bride.
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Hops and perches on top of a smelly agressive beast called cattle,
Whose approach and facial interpretes horror,
Though the ugly beast twist it body furiously fighting against his green pasture, still, the small wing creature becomes not afraid nor found any error,
Moo moo-the cattle sings, tip tip-the bird hops, majestically they walk into the beast castle.
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When that tongue of mine will relinquish and depressantly cease to rise,
Like a tied log, my hands and legs' power die down,
And the uncontrollable thundering mourn suppress the traditional drum of my town,
Help me! ! tell the God, for like the sun, i will rise.
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Among the swarm of fledging eaglet, must, my mouth broach, whenever she whirl,
Wink, pink brows show innocent gesture of lonely home girl,
whence she appear, come wilful wiles, buzzing around to infect her with promiscuity,
Blushes a bit, she may, or not, call their effort, negativity.
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