Poetry

December 28, 2018 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

Pawel Czerwinski photo

 

By

Ngozi Olivia Osuoha

 

 

 

My Notion About Politics

 

 

Lie as much as you can

Kill as many as you can,

Dupe any people you can

Deceive as numerous as you can,

Use the multitude available

Betray the crowd you can.

 

Fool the fools very well

Confuse the ignorant deeper,

Cheat the nations you can

Divide and rule as well,

Cook wisely for the wise

Loot whatever you can.

 

Crush any opposition

Invade the country

Infiltrate the people

Corrupt the stainless,

Evade anything tax

Turn all things upside down.

 

Remain always lawless

Be the coupist/saboteur

Frustrate those you dislike

Subject them to hardship,

Incite and instigate

Impose power on yourself.

 

Castigate whoever you hate

Bring unrest and restiveness,

Enrich your cabal

Sell out your mannest man

Get it or let heaven loose,

Behead even your parents.

 

LORD SPARE ME THE PHOBIA OF POLITICS

 

 

 

 

 

Shame On You Men!

 

 

Shame on you men,

Who stoop to conquer.

 

Shame on you men,

Who lure to devour.

 

Shame on you men,

Who lie to lie.

 

Shame on you men,

Who deceive to rape.

 

Shape on you men,

Who pretend to defame.

 

Shame on you men,

Who appear nice to dice.

 

Shame on you men,

Who fool to leak.

 

Shame on you men,

Who camouflage to sabotage.

 

Shame on you men,

Who bet to set up.

 

Shame on you men,

Who lie in wait to tear.

 

Shame on you men,

Who dent the altar.

 

Shame on you men,

Who erase footprints.

 

Shame on you men,

Who wipe off dreams.

 

Shame on you men,

Who blur visions.

 

Shame on you men,

Who foil the weak.

 

Shame on you men,

Who crash trust.

 

Shame on you men,

Who crush respect.

 

Shame on you men,

Who burst dignity.

 

Shame on you men,

Who tatter focus.

 

Shame on you men,

Who steal futures.

 

Shame on you men,

Who gather to play.

 

Shame on you men,

Who drink to brim.

 

Shame on you men,

Who toast to heartbreak.

 

Shame on you men,

Who put women through hell.

 

Shame on you men,

Who pull down the strong.

 

Shame on you men,

Who destroy foundations.

 

Shame on you men

Who run to alter.

 

Shame on you men,

Who pleasure in game.

 

Shame on you men,

Who perch on vomits.

 

Shame on you men,

Who shake the bold.

 

Shame on you men,

Who scatter the righteous.

 

Shame on you men,

Who thwart the decent.

 

Shame on you beasts,

Who roast the godly.

 

Shame on you monsters,

Who kill the lamb.

 

Shame on you cowards,

Who lust after angels.

 

Shame on you demons,

Who glorify thy evil.

 

Shame on you serpents,

Who bruise the godly.

 

Shame on you vampires,

Who slay the eagle.

 

Shame on you vipers,

Who merry for loss.

 

Shame on you adders,

Who bite the newborn.

 

Shame on you ghosts,

Who taunt, haunt, hunt and daunt the chosen.

 

Shame on you men,

Who quicken pain.

 

Shame on you men,

Who shatter womanhood.

 

Shame on you men,

Who borrow to capture.

 

Shame on you men,

Who delight in fakery.

 

Shame on you men,

Who boast for doing wrong.

 

Shame on you men,

Who rupture the unborn.

 

Shame on you men,

Who seal footpaths.

 

Shame on you men,

Who rejoice in downfall.

 

Shame on you men,

Who boost atrocities.

 

Shame on you men,

Who support betrayal.

 

That’s all you can offer

I hope your world doubles thy havoc.

 

Shame on you men,

Shame! Shame!! Shame!!!

 

 

 

 

 

Words On My Mirror

 

 

Love is a natural charm. It does not need any strange ring, powder, perfume and or the likes, to get, keep, retain and or maintain it.

 

If you ‘chain’ anyone to love, care, and or keep you, you are the fullest fool because, someday you would realize you have wasted your time, energy, money, body and any other available resources.

 

Black and White… Crystal difference….. Superiority complex…… Inferiority complex…… A tug-of-war.

 

Do not use people for them to be useless, instead ‘use’ them and make them USEFUL

 

If you call a ‘press conference’ because you are rich, that is enough evidence of your being poor.

 

I do not see the world ‘changing’….for those who dream of changing it, the world is already changed.

 

I have not been opportuned to meet with ‘myself’….i would have learnt more ‘from and of’ being unique.

 

In the ‘thick forest’ you can never be a king, you can only be an animal; wild and carnivorous too.

 

We are actors and wrestlers. We act and wrestle daily.

 

Make sure you are not overtaken by events, otherwise your story will either be untold or incompletely told.

 

WE ARE STRANGERS

 

 

 

 

 

Ngozi Olivia Osuoha

Ngozi Olivia Osuoha is a Nigerian graduate of Estate Management with experience in Banking and Broadcasting. She has published over one hundred poems in over ten countries. Her two longest poems of 355 and 560 verses are available on amazon, THE TRANSFORMATION TRAIN and LETTER TO MY UNBORN respectively. She is a passionate African ink.

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