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Poetry, Relationships

TELLS OF MEN- International Men’s Day

Father!Tell me nowand tell me till dawntell me of main menbefore their women Did you know of the lad Lincolntill someone said, the young Macron?Yet, tells of Anaximander, Plato, Alexanderand their fortified walls of gander Tell me of bravery with classand the cowardice in a wine glassmay I know who Grandpa wasand why he never... / READ MORE /
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Finances, Poetry

Money is a god

Money is a godThe poor respect itThe rich worship itThe wealthy spend moneyMoney is a god Money is a godChildren recognize itYouths dream itSycophants hail moneyMoney is a god Money is a godSlaves suffer for itServant humble for itWomen love for itMen work for itRitualists kill for moneyMoney is a god Money is a godBankers... / READ MORE /
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General, Poetry

WOO NOT A CHILD

Gaze away from teensthey are mere childrenchildren are mere colours save your voice from teensteens are endless storiesstories sail on fairy tales check admiration on teensthey define seductive complimentscompliments of poor courtesy keep your feelings from a juvenilejuveniles portray rude emotionsmerely to lure your hormones woo but a juvenilejuveniles play hide-and-seekmerely to charge you for... / READ MORE /
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Poetry, Social Injustice

Ochanya Is: by Esieboma Oghenerobo Joy

Ochanya is,Ochanya is a girl,young and fragileonce whole and agilenow carries herself in pieceswith care lest she rest in peace Ochanya is a fortressBetrayed by her protectorsPetrified in terror of her invadersShe weeps and fades away in silenceher essence seeps into nothingness Ochanya will not speakBecause her voice was silencedMother does not believe herSociety calls… / READ MORE /
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General, Poetry

Poetry: African Moonlight by Esonye Marcel

Written by: © Esonye, Great Marcel C. Under the moonlight, I recall our Grandpa,how weird winds ransacked our standing roofdeep down hills and valleys, into seasand our children, raging rifles raidtill our warriors mellow lowhow dear fatherland wallowin fallow Atop rarely prevailing African hoof,waging rafters lay bay to raw climatic rudemodern ills infect our soil... / READ MORE /