POEMS BY JOHN CHIZOBA VINCENT | WRITERS’ GALLERY

WEEK 2

LET THERE BE PEACE

Let there be a new song of oneness
Not from the old ruggered gun of lies
That perches on the ego of pride, and
Let butterflies grow in the shoulder of
Hatred that governs this breakable world.
We can be called the songsters of love,
Those who knows how to curl joy among
Men shall we be known for all over;
This will bring us together in unity.
Boys will be boys again and girls, girls again.
Our daughters shall dream dreams again,
Our men shall go hunting rodent together;
The dance of our women shall be of holiness.
We can teach our fingers to hold one another,
Journey through with the world of others in
our heart of gold night and day, smiling.
Let there be peace in your honourable heart ,
Let there be peace among the brethren,
We can suck out terrorism among men;
Lick the verses in the joy of our brothers.
You’ll be my hero before the song birds,
Do not ask how it going to come by here,
Do not ask with the eyes of lost and want,
Do not ask; it’s possible with one heart.
We’ll not die with this voice of silence,
Love those who make your day darker,
Tomorrow holds more feast in happiness.
Love those that poke their fingers in your eyes,
Our land need you and I to develop in purity.
Love those that scribed your name dishonestly,
We shall all drink from one cup soon.
The excitement in our lyrics shall rise soon
And we shall learn the great secret of water.
Unity is the core value of our lives,
Love strengthens our value of liberation,
Development beckon on the rock of oneness.
Give me your hands, we can build more when
we are in one blood that speak better than that of Abel.

(C) John Chizoba Vincent

WEEK 1

I AM PROUD OF YOU

I am proud of you
Who says his wife belongs to no party
But belongs to the kitchen and other rooms
Remember, the masses are not fools to be fooled.
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I am proud of you
Who brought change to chain us
I am fond of your war against corruption;
Of the superfined gloss we were decieved.
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I am proud of you
Who looked at me and made me cry
Thousand glories await your bravity
When I regain my posture and fire back.
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I am proud of you
Who sees his father as a child then
His mother as a daughter to be insulted,
Tomorrow will have no peace with you.
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I am proud of you
Who beats his wife in the public
She may be weak but not foolish;
Wagging mouth will lead you to early grave.
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I am proud of you
Who curses and abuses like the hen
A duck can’t be your good friend
Torment awaits you at dawn before the sun.
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I am proud of you
Who dances at the market square
Remember, madness is not far from you
Once its comes, you have no escape route.
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I am proud of you
Who fights the air randomly with no cause
A chain will soon round your legs when
The dusk emerges with a funny face of hatred.
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I am proud of you
Who embezzled our pride with a toothless
Mouth yet, smile with us under the mango tree
We shall all end in one journey; death.
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I am proud of you
Who reads this and critique to kill
We’ll meet at the end of the tunnel
And I will not leave any of your words untouched.
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(c) John Chizoba Vincent 2016
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ABOUT John Chizoba Vincent

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From the author:I am john chizoba vincent, a poet, Novelist, Director of Photography and Video Director. I hail from Abia state, Nigeria.

Originally posted 2016-11-23 02:00:46.