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MEMORIES...

You are welcome to my haven! I created this in the memory of my memories...I can only hope you will always hang on here as long as you can. But if you have to leave, I want you to please:

Listen to your heart
When it's calling for you
Coz I don't know where you are going
And I don't know why?
But listen to your heart
Before you turn and say...good-bye...

So that our sweetest memories can linger on as long as we live...

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

OUR TALES

                                                                               MESSAGE TO MY COUNTRY MEN!!!
                                                                           
Bakasi Boys...Boko Haram! Please…you must go to rest
Lay down your arms like O.P.C. in the West 




From many seasons of carnage
We have grown to be like a clan of savage

Why do we always go on rampage

To slaughter ourselves and ravage?

Every cock-crow at dawn

Horror wakes us but to strikes us down

We cannot go to sleep without fear and cries

By twilight when the whole clan crumbles and lies

Kinsmen of Ijaw! O Itsekiri brothers!

If you care not, Mother Earth bothers!

Because we roast our own folks to ashes

Mother Nature whips us with painful lashes

Ife-Modakeke struggle must yield to lasting tame

Aerewa-Afenifere discord must become permanent lame

Bakasi Boys...Boko Haram! Please…you must go to rest

Lay down your arms like O.P.C. in the West

No more pastoral or Imamate clashes

Guard yourself from political rashes

But why do we always go on rampage

To slaughter ourselves and ravage?

Fight over oil, land or some sacred cake

Seized by some modicum scrooge to rake?

We have heads but cannot think

Water we possess but cannot drink

Enough food but still rage on with hunger

No wonder we always let loose with anger

We have shelter but no place to hide

While we run helter-skelter when we take side

Storming with vengeance like maddening flood

Here lie our body in boiling pools of blood

Ah! We have life…we cannot live

But when shall all these strives finally take leave?

Our home is burning…Oh where do we go?

Everywhere is already set aglow

From North, East, West and Southern zones

Across the plains echoed the clinging of our bones

Endless strives…what did we gain?

Save mourning, cries of woes and pain

Shall we not end these seasons of carnage?

And cease to be like a clan of savage?

Come together to clear our ravages

And move to undone the damages

Call on God to send down His Merciful Aids

And save us from untold wanton and A.I.D.S

God Please! Send down your soothing rain!

To come cool and wash away our burning pain

Calm our anger and rages

And make us again like old sages

Give us profitable life

Let us live like true brothers…free us from strife

Give us beautiful places here to hide

And let our space be wide

Let all stakeholders sow love and not tarry

Upon greed and hatred that we now carry

Like a phoenix rebuild our nation

And let each clan harvest its ration

No more rampages

Nor slaughter and ravages

Let us end these seasons of carnage

And cease to be like a clan of savage

What legends shall be left for the unborn

When we go yonder and leave the stage to burn?

What chants will roll on their tongues

When they come to behold our wrongs?

Brothers! If we end not these seasons of carnage

And cease to be like a clan of savage

Our tales shall be like that “Ballad of Rage”

Told from the first to the very last historical page.


©golobathepoet 

4 comments:

  1. Thank you Stephen, for dropping by. I appreciate!

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  2. awesome..loved the rhythm... it spoke volumes and depths that leaves the mind to reflect and ponder...Keep it up

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  3. you poem was awesome.. loved every bit.. the musicality n thythm as well as the take home lessons meshed in thick poetic undertones spoke depths and volumes that leaves the mind to reflect..nice one

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