Truth Osumareton Egbe Poems

I weep for my South African brother Hector Pieterson and the more than 500 other children whose rights, visions, dreams, future and bodies were crushed by people that were supposed to protect them in the Soweto Uprising
I weep for the 2.7 million children that death took in Africa's first World War in the Democratic Republic of Congo
I weep for the little ones striped by poverty, murdered by starvation during the civil war in Nigeria
I weep for my little brothers and sisters in South Sudan
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I looked at yesterday and I saw a child
Running
Jumping
Skipping
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Rising from the Arab Spring Uprisings
Beginning from a young boy's end
Justice! Democracy! They screamed
But their voices were drowned in their own blood
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Why is my heart racing at the sight of him?
Why is Jide suddenly leaving after just arriving?
Who is this guilt that has overtaken me with a mind of his own?
Where are my legs taking me to?
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From the root of our problems stem jealousy and strife
A tree of selfish ambitiousness
Watered by unquenchable human desire
Greed and covetousness are its fruits
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We stare at our leaders straight in the face
Criticize their every move
But like a woman pregnant we reproduce history
Gazing into the mirror and mocking our own reflections
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Why is my heart racing at the sight of him?
Why is Jide suddenly leaving after just arriving?
Who is this guilt that has overtaken me with a mind of his own?
Where are my legs taking me to?
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I saw you from a distance
I shouted Nonso! Nonso!
I should have shouted louder
I should have walked up to you
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Your heart beats as a reminder of His heart beat for you
For out of the abundance of His heart, man was formed
Formed because he knew you
He knew you before he formed you...in His own image
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The Truth
Only the Truth
And nothing but the Truth
The naked Truth
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