Poetry

By

Ngozi Olivia Osuoha

SOURED SOCIETY

From the base of crudity

Slept we in nudity

On the floor of primitivity

Dined we with adversity

Helmed through by poverty,

There was no pity

For dark was the city,

In place of fraternity

And a little charity

Turned we to barbarity,

As we launched into puberty

At the dawn of maturity

Then the freedom of atrocity,

On the wings of audacity;

Flew wild our dignity

Together with integrity,

Under the laps of virginity

Anchored the slave of stupidity

That buried our fidelity

And freed his brutality

As though a dynasty

That, ignited his popularity

Which deformed our creativity

As we wallowed in insecurity

Erased openly our identity

Hid deeply our ability

Published our infertility

Established our immorality

And turned us a SOURED SOCIETY

THE SACRAMENT

In this our regiment

We are the government,

In this our settlement

We go for enjoyment

With equivalent judgement

Shaped in engagement;

Painted as achievement,

Hence in disappointment

We rage for upliftment,

Racing toward retirement

We grab more allotment

But truly no entertainment

Despite the ornament

That remains the wonderment,

We refrain from development

Building on discouragement

At the grave of encouragement,

Which binds our empowerment

As we crave for enhancement

It yields only punishment

Perhaps during refurbishment

Beyond each establishment;

We see madness and torment

Then we steadily lament

Yearning for amendment

Praying for enrollment

But that kills the moment,

Darkens the firmament

And captures our atonement

Which blasphemes THE SACRAMENT

Ngozi Olivia Osuoha

Ngozi Olivia Osuoha is a young writer from Nigeria. From a family of eight, including both parents she is the second daughter but fourth child. She read Estate Management and has some experience in Banking and Broadcasting.

She has published some works in a Liberian magazine, Ghanian news platform and an Indian poetry publication.

Many of her works have gone abroad for evaluation and publication. She wrote the longest poems/rhymes in the world, yet to be published. Writing is life.