John Chizoba Vincent Poems
Redemption: Blood And Words
The world is on make up like a woman,
Wait till there is war and destruction &
See what really mask the reality of her.
The world is a body of a woman which
Redemption: Blood And Water
how much is your life worth?
your body does not belong to your spirit,
it's a body roaming to an endless torments.
a body soon to be consumed by termites!
A father stretched his son's finger to a fire,
He held it tight until the boy screamed out
Loud breaking the calmness of the earth.
He said the boy stole a meat from the pot,
This Land Is Not For Sale.
This house is not for sale-
beware of my kitchened wife,
beware of Emeka, my son
& Tobi, my Son-in-law;
Beware Of Dogs
No Fela and son could tell of
this present roaring Government.
We would soon forget this forgery pain
upon the odours the land created.
We Are Still At The Garage Where Life Parked Us
We are still at the garage where life parked us
We couldn’t find petrol to move on the journey
the pigs are still in government & have taken
Blame your Jesus for the sins on earth!
Where Is Home?
This was the story we were told over and over
and over until we forgot it was a lie
We’ve learnt the language but we are never those country men!
Here only the family name matters
Total 8 poems written by poet John Chizoba Vincent
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Poem of the day
From 'Pauline' by Robert Browning
O God, where does this tend-these struggling aims?
What would I have? What is this -sleep-, which seems
To bound all? can there be a -waking- point
Of crowning life? The soul would never rule-
It would be first in all things-it would have
Its utmost pleasure filled,-but that complete
Commanding for commanding sickens it.
The last point I can trace is, rest beneath
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