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Covid-19 Poem:PESTILENCE 

Friday, April 3, 2020
From China came the illness It has bestridden us with its unpleasantness To humanity, it is sheer wickedness. To the wealthy, it is a lockdown To the needy, it is a knockdown Pitiless Corona: everywhere is shutdown. Share some relief materials with your neighbor It is a favour, for a life ...

COVID-19 - Who are you?

Thursday, March 26, 2020
Who are you? COVID 19 or the beast? What is your number? 19 or 1,9? Are you number 666 too? Who are you? Our pestilence? Why have you invaded? To destroy or to teach? Will there be lessons? How long are you here? Maybe for a while, maybe for eternity. Will you depart anytime soon? Have ...

This Is War

Monday, March 23, 2020
This is a war Our backsides to the wall This is a fire Our flesh on a barbed wire This is a foe Our health he seeks to ruin This is a blade Our generation to akin alive This is a flood National capitals to swallow This is a plague Our flesh and blood to wreck A nightmare Our sweet ...

Coronavirus Is A Tall Tyrant

Monday, March 23, 2020
Coronavirus is a tall tyrant He fired nuclear weapons Defanged mother bombs Desecrated scud missiles Even the bloody terrorists He flushed into dark caves He powdered super powers For the airborne mysteries All continents are bleeding Countries dress bandages Embraced cities mourning Th ...

The World Is Confused

Friday, March 13, 2020
The world is confused Like the thunder clouds Bleeding on sea waves Calling for oceanic aid Nuclear-worn heads ache At the sight of coronavirus Mother bombs are broken Scud missiles sigh away Vibrant continents convulse Nations neigh all the ways The cities seated sorrowing Villages h ...

2020 Val: Behold The World's Longest Love Poem (Vol. 2) Title: My love my all

Friday, February 14, 2020
My love my all In whose heart my treasure grows From whose spine my pleasure flows Nigher oh my love for in you I repose my all Where is the inamorata who chained my treasure She whose smile holds my pleasure The time fast approaches, With its augur on rose hedges.. Where are you, my love, ...

Amotekun My Bodyguard

Thursday, January 23, 2020
The light boycotted the sky In wig and downtown gown Turning, tuning and burning The state status of the acts Thunderous applause reigns Lightning, lighting, lightening Added the caveat emptor ink To the inbox folder of the pen An overflow of the overheads Torrentially typically territo ...


Sunday, December 1, 2019
Don't tell me about Ahiajoku without Igbo Spirituality, Because you never cared enough to be Igbo. Are many not Ndigbo in costume? Ahiajoku without Igbo Spirituality is like telling beautiful lies Or a Catholic priest celebrating mass without his cassock. Every Igbo should stand on the fu ...
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