THE SCENT OF SORROW

You say I am beautiful 
But love could not find me 
You say I am happy
But I am dying in silence 

If wishes are real 
Why am I still dreaming? 
Every day, out on the street 
All I see is human suffering 

Does it mean the world is lost?
She is unambiguously disoriented 
That love cannot wipe away the scar 
Not even for the tears of a little child

If this is the definition of life 
I will be better off dead 
I can no longer bear to see humanity 
Treated like stray goats

Do not we used to have conviction? 
A mind not of hateful retention
There are bloodstains on the side walk 
Yet we walk blindly and could not see 

Is it until the sun is gone? 
The stars and moon burnt 
That we will come to perceive 
The scent of sorrow

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LIFE WITHOUT A DREAM

Life is awful without dream 
There is nothing to propel the heart within 
To strife to attain greatness 
Instead she wanders in obliviousness 

The cloud is high above the sky 
But a little bird never gives up flying 
She let the wind hold her wings 
Guide her until she reach up to touch the sky 

How long will you depend on food and shelter
Feeding from the hands of your aging parent
Yet defying everything they taught you
Because you met life in a platter of gold

How then can you have a brighter future?
If you are always doing what is wrong
The path you are walking leads to a dark torrent
It is not too late to learn to evolve

No doubt the world is full of discouragement 
This is merely to test the strength of your mind 
When confronted with challenges 
Do you put up a fight or do you sit down and cry?

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BENUE KILLINGS

Dedicated to the victims of Omusu village, Ojigo Ward, Edumoga in Okpokwu Local Government Area of the state by suspected herdsmen

But they are not murderers 
In their sleep, why do they kill the villagers? 
They took up guns and cutlasses 
Maiming an adolescent in her mother’s arms

Cannot you see there is too much bloodshed? 
How long shall we keep sucking human blood? 
Who told you your acts will not be judged?
For the guilty ones also justice will bleed

Children are homeless, mothers are devastated 
Our fathers are afraid to step out on broad day light 
You ignorant fools, fighting someone else’s war 
Do not let it be too late before you shut the door

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