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- Herausgeber: BookRix
- Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
- Sprache: Englisch
A collection of well drafted poems about love and life drawn from life's experience.. In compiling these,the needs of young readers not only in Nigeria but also overseas has been borne in mind.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019
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...a message
These poems, I dedicate to the memories of my grandmothers whom I never met, Elekachi Lazarus and Eunice Anyanwu. My grandfathers , Christopher Anyanwu and Lazarus Nworgu, Remarkable men. And to my sister Abigail Sunny. You all are forever in my heart.BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 MunichTHE STREET CHILD
THE STREET CHILD
Endangered member of our race
Appendage on the residual list
Conditioned by the adultcentric world
Such neglect of the little ones.
Future of the world!
Such cliched view taken for granted
With a paltry sum left for Education
How seemingly hyperbolic that child is to adults what ants are to human..
Faced with harsh and unfavorable experiences
Child in domestic slavery, A return of slavery,
Child solider, A continuous cycle of conflict and bloodshed,
Child in the street, A future of barbaric wandering of mankind,
That wandering hungry child,ready raw material for ritualism.
For every harsh experience
Erodes at least one bar of their innocence,
Echoes of their reaction spark off names
" The Youths are violent
' They are lawless"
A usual system of giving a dog a bad name in order to hang it.
You see them RISING,
SCRAMBLING,
MAKING laws,
SMASHING the VAGABONDS.
But no law was humane enough to hear the silent cries of these fellows,
No law was kind enough to save them from the devouring jaws of the street.
When did we start wearing our clothes inside out?
Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
POVERTY
Poverty
The most damning of all life’s story
One tragic tale, no glory
There is nothing dignified and descent left for you to give
Thy fear totally paralyzes, how can man live?
Where is thy milk of human kindness?
Dysfunctional and deaf to the cries of greatness
Why rise in such a cruel degree?
Your sting, poisons like that of a bee
Go wiser thou, and in the scale of sense
Weigh thy opinion against providence
Be sensible of the present outcry
Be human and let man’s pocket not run dry
You are sure an illness with but one cure
Zero self discipline, a cause of failure
Determination, what a powerful antidote
That heals your wicked poison, leaving behind no dot.
