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Lockdown || 28-03-2020

Lockdown || 28-03-2020

We’re helpless when freedom
becomes expensive & elusive,
leaving us confined against our will.
I learnt a beautiful lesson because of COVID-19 lockdown, but
I enjoyed the scenery with mixed feelings as I longed for a warm embrace from home–
Home is a place where hope is planted, happiness laminated on smiles & joy is given freely–I learnt that humanity is one if only we can shun ego & trade love absolutely without ulterior motives.

Hunger has no respect for status & gender as it sings endlessly with megaphones into ears whether deaf or sound. Helplessness is a state where pleas become smoke
– a worthless sacrifice– fit for the wind & not mortals. Is there a god who celebrates at the misfortune of people or one who dictates the evil scroll? I am a victim who saw suffering by the river side. Suffering is the product of a thought directed at humans or groups for a purpose to please & bask under mortal accolades.

We’re on total lockdown
& like the lizard with stomach down,
we keep moving with worries as wreaths wrapped around our warped hearts in search of peace.
Are we truly happy because of this?
Should humanity keep quiet until pieces of information becomes our doom?
All we need is absolute freedom
For to be free is to become alive
& enjoy our lives like bees in a hive.

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi
#Lockdown #StaySafe

Picture taken at Imo River bridge, Oyigbo, Rivers State

Poem 238 – Droplets

Poem 238 – Droplets

We were once free in a land we call our own
When our fathers spoke on our behalf with might
Canvassing for unity and a better tomorrow they assuaged
With vigour and refreshing candour, they pleaded our course
Should we not call this country our own?
Why do brothers hunt down souls at night?
Should continue to make people depressed?
Why are we acting as if we are under a curse?

Like droplets from a leave after rainfall,
We’ve suffered endlessly to no avail
While living a life of squalor in place of plenty
As sycophants chant unending hymns of celebration.
Let it be known that tears have no tribe where it falls
And economic depression does not segregate.
We’re the nation we think of tomorrow
And without positive action, we waste away like droplets.

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi
©28-08-2018
#maxxzymusdapoet
#365DaysOfPoetry
#Droplets  

Poem 237 – /tearing-apart/

Poem 237 – /tearing-apart/

a girl is a jewel depending on who
comes her way with a bright purpose.
a girl is a cheque, so precious,
but multiple crosses on her deplete value.

value is nothing if importance is missing
and to forget this is to become useless
for only demons to come visiting again
inflicting pains on girls to tear them apart.

a girl is a treasure not on lips,
but in deeds not to be bought.
sacrifices are offered with burnt offerings
and ignorance on this turns one into their piece.

For those who are masters in tearing apart,
nemesis is a garment they will put on as hats.

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi
©28-08-2018
#maxxzymusdapoet
#365DaysOfPoetry
#TearingApart 

Poem 219 – All in my head

Poem 219 – All in my head

I caught a glimpse of her
In a bus and now she’s abused
Should I tell her 
Or live forever with the idea — confused

My head aches not because of a headache,
But emotions too much to bear
Everything happening in my head
As whispers of confusion heard.

Is there peace to be bought
Why should people suffer from the mistakes of others
and emotions are laid before us are burnt
As government spend recklessly from the coffers.

I seem not to know the meaning as I write,
But my sanity is intact as I know my rights
It’s all happening in my head
I know it because I have heard.

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi
©15-08-2018
#maxxzymusdapoet
#365DaysOfPoetry 

image credit: hammergod

Poem 214 – This is not a game

Poem 214 – This is not a game

Rape is not game,

But a twist in the life a human

A boy or a girl bear the shame

Forever it haunts the life in this human.

Be a crusader for it can be anybody

Report a case or you share in the blame

This menace affects everybody

And to be mute is to support their ugly fame.

I stand against the horrors of humanity

Killing growing spirit with fear

Gagging the soul of growing ability

I have seen this hidden tear.

Rape is not a game

It comes with it a bundle of eternal shame

I stand with people living with Rape cases and molestation

Your victory is here and we dance through in this celebration.

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi

©10-08-2018

#maxxzymusdapoet

#365DaysOfPoetry

#WritingPrompt

#IStandAgainstRape

“Let’s speak out for People Living With Rape Cases and Molestation (PLWRCAM)”

#IStandAgainstRape

©Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi

August 10, 2017

Poem 196 – My Right is Private

Poem 196 – My Right is Private

 

Don’t force me if I care not

I have a right to protect beyond here

And respecting it will stop this rot

And keep my feelings bubbling like fresh air.

 

Keep your sermons to yourself

And respect my personal views.

Would you please yourself

And allow your ugly acts trend as news?

Tomorrow spits on your self-esteem

As you go about swimming in private waters.

I speak for the abuse team

Whose views and perceptions are in fetters.

 

My rights remain private

And I want them to speak forever

There’s a wind of change to placate

These monsters desecrating our sisters.

 

Rape is evil

And let no man tell me otherwise

Rape is not of the devil

And let no man ride in foolish thoughts to become wise.

 

My right is on a pedestal

And my words speak volume

My views will remain immortal –

Devoid of embellishment like the costume.

 

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi

©16-07-2018

#maxxzymusdapoet

#365DaysOfPoetry

#MyRightIsPrivate

Poem 193 – The General (Limerick)

Poem 193 – The General (Limerick)

There was a young general
Who thought he could fight veneral
But got himself pain
Not to shout again.
This pain will go, general.

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi
©12-07-2018
#maxxzymusdapoet
#365DaysOfPoetry
#TheGeneral

Poem 187- Appearing Naked

Poem 187- Appearing Naked

From the mountain tops,
I speak like a prophet
Of voices never heard before,
Of issues never talked about,
Of men who were lynched because of love,
Of people smoking lives like the weed,
Of indolence and ineptitude appearing naked,
Of children becoming orphans,
Of orphans becoming refugees,
Of high odds on blame game soaring even in the land

I need a better country
Where peace is not preached,
But felt as free as the air
Appearing naked before the eyes.

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi
©01-05-2018
#maxxzymusdapoet
#365DaysOfPoetry
#AppearingNaked

Poem 185- Depression

Poem 185- Depression

She’s a great nation,
But don’t get excited now.
She was born in 1960
With unlimited opportunities to prosper,
But caution was thrown to the wind
As she fought against herself.

Without advice, she went to war
Destroying everything that made her great
And a seed of discord was sown
Growing into maturity to haunt everyone.
We’re no longer one except on paper
Even children sing this song forever.
How can you build a better tomorrow
If our hearts are laden with hatred from yesterday’s sorrow?

Bitterness has taken over
As death toll increase like cow dungs.
Should we remain in fear forever
And still plant brotherly embrace on each other?
This time comes with bitter feelings
And the land needs healing for reorganization.

The time for reconciliation is not a song
And the political handshake should be open
People have suffered all forms of oppression
And the land is suffering from depression.

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi
©27-05-2018
#maxxzymusdapoet
#365DaysOfPoetry

Poem 179- Book of Blood (Chapter 2)

Poem 179- Book of Blood (Chapter 2)

There’s a book we all sought for,

A book where impunity is grossly highlighted

A book unknown to many even the poor

Even though death rages and humans are ignited

 

There’s so much blood in the land

And none has been apprehended from the book

There’s death knell complementing the horrible band

Trumpeting from afar, as thousands struggle to get off this hook!

 

Why do people die every day

And no bold step to stop this common ritual?

Why do we still wake up with tales of death like yesterday

And lame excuses are given for deaths that are unnatural.

 

The grasses are no longer green,

But the chants for re-election is at apogee

There’s no room for any silly grin

When the souls of our wives and children rise like smoky tea.

 

Our suffrage is experiencing an attack

As blood flows like the Niger

There’s a terrestrial shark

Hunting for the blood of supposed brothers

 

Our freedom is expensive

Security of lives is just a fairy tale

Situations are unpalatable and offensive

But leadership crave for praises to sail…

 

There’s a book of blood

And events unfolding are odd.

 

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi

©04-07-2018

#maxxzymusdapoet

#365DaysOfPoetry

#BookOfBloodChapterTwo

#Image Credit: independence.ng

MY MIND IS A MINE

MY MIND IS A MINE

My mind is a scattered beautiful field

With memories fighting each other

Rearing their heads to come alive again.

Some appear crafted and skilled,

As they mesmerize others to live forever.

Why should I go through this excruciating pain?

I think of my departed son every day.

I just returned from these scattered thoughts today.

 

My mind is a mine of scattered beautiful thoughts

With memories struggling to show their own might

& rare opportunities to help me forget my own pain

Some thoughts are hard as nuts –

So difficult to forget even at daylight –

With the agony of my loss dancing before my face again & again.

I remember the son of my loins in tears

& I speak not of my many fears.

 

My mind is a mine full of ideas,

But immersed in a bucket of tears

Seeking ways to manufacture joy every day;

Never to forget the memories of losing one of my heirs

For my fleshy cheeks has bowed to a deluge of tears

& memories abounding in my mind

As my lost joy I struggle to find.

 

My mind is a scattered beautiful mine

& without your living memories, I’ll whine.

 

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi

©04-04-2018

Image credit- Michael Gaida

 

Poem 178- Hell Storm (Chapter 2)

Poem 178- Hell Storm (Chapter 2)

Have you ever seen death?
Walking on the road with your naked eyes
With such fury greater than a threat
Flying like jets for an onslaught in the skies?

I saw a harbinger of death
Releasing his furry against souls
Damned for sacrifice on Otedola hearth
With charred bodies in the rubbles of charcoal

Conflagration went on gyration
Screams became the song in the air
The party does not call for any celebration
As charred vehicles mopped everywhere

Hell is real not a tale with fictional furry
As hell storm was released
Bodies were swallowed in a hurry,
Comatose, charred and mangled
Leaving horrible charcoal as ugly memories.

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi
©04-07-2018
#maxxzymusdapoet
#365DaysOfPoetry
#HellStormChapterTwo

Poem 177- Hell Storm (Chapter 1)

Poem 177- Hell Storm (Chapter 1)

I saw the face of death

As it swept across the road

Leaving a hundred heads roasted

on the spot beyond recognition.

 

I saw hell storm walking on cars

Raging with such fury without control

Extinguishing lives with recklessness

& leaving smiling faces charred.

Hell appeared before my naked eyes

As death walked clothed with inferno

Engulfing traffic to usher them to the afterlife

The harbinger of death was an old driver & his truck.

 

Control went on the rampage

& hell storm was released

With sprinkles from the death tank

& the sky was painted with smoke

Leaving many as souvenirs with charcoal.

 

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi

©01-07-2018

#maxxzymusdapoet

#365DaysOfPoetry

#HellStormChapterOne

Poem 172 – Tears without Cheers

Poem 172 – Tears without Cheers

The land became red again
As elders watched without solution
Leaving the people to suffer their pain
As herders go on rampage without caution.

Should we mourn forever
When politicians print their posters?
We must hold faith together
& remain ruthless like panthers.

Plateau boils without control
As lives evaporate like smoke
Security is on hibernation even when on patrol
Leaving innocent lives to choke.

Is this the CHANGE we voted for
Or another point for a new gospel?
Leadership seems confused & poor
But this ineptitude they cannot dispel.

There’s so much tears without cheers,
Yet they clamour for political support
With a new slogan demanding for more years
But our fears must be confronted with great report.

We’re the citizens of our nation
Clamouring for the security of lives
To ward off any territorial invasion
That choose to end lives with knives.

The land weep for our leader
Who swore to protect the people,
But abandoned them for an onslaught & slaughter
The blood speaks rhythmically with a ripple

Our joy has evaporated
Leaving gloom dancing naked
On the streets where mediocrity is venerated
We’re together, yet separated
Drinking blood like an altar
& turning a deaf ear for us to suffer.

This must end in good faith
& we must wriggle out of fate
This is our land & freedom is our heritage
& without peace we live in stone age.

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi
©28-06-2018
#maxxzymusdapoet
#365DaysOfPoetry
#TearsWithoutCheers

Poem 149- Unmarked Graves

Poem 149- Unmarked Graves

Do you know
you’re living on top of a grave
Where the innocent lies?
Do you know that many souls
died years ago because of ethnicity?
Do you know you wear a tag
Because you’re called Igbo?

All they needed was a better society,
Liberation from injustice as common like air
& freedom to live without fear;
A place they can call their home,
A place where tribe is not an issue,
A place where brotherhood is true
& not sung only in anthems.

They were slaughtered in their numbers
Asaba will forever remember,
Abagana will speak of this I’ll forever
Uzuakoli saw hell as bodies we’re dismembered
The blood of the innocent was sacrificed
As the Aburi Accord was abused
By the same people that call themselves leaders.

This is truly a contraption
& there’s no cause for celebration
Make beliefs are preached as sermons
& one nation is sung as church hymns by demons.
If our history as a people will be buried,
Then forgive our conscience if we mourn our departed, dead & forgotten.
Biafra is a tree that has dispersed her fruits
She will rise again
& wither her past pain.
The blood of the innocent speaks
Even louder from those unmarked graves.

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi
#Maxxzymusdapoet
#365DaysOfPoetry
#UnmarkedGraves

Poem 142 – There’s a Country

Poem 142 – There’s a Country

There’s a country
Where impunity reigns
While reigning supreme
More than our supreme courts.

There’s a country
Where corruption
Has a loving father
Who pampers his children
& fights the wind by throwing them into holes.

There’s a country
Where the leaders talk too much
& do little or nothing at all.
Where you look more & see less.

There’s a country
Where old men refuse their advisory roles,
But struggle with the youths
Who like eagles should soar,
But their lives are now sour.

There’s a country
Where mediocrity & incompetence
Walk hand in hand.
Where clap offerings are sacrificial gifts for failure.

There’s a country
Where leadership has gone rancid
& sycophants clap for failure.
Where instability is treated with levity
& defense for incompetence is celebrated.

There’s a country
Where hardship is man made
For the purpose of campaign
& return to power for personal gains.

There’s a country
Where the government abhors criticisms,
But desires repeated unholy clap offerings.

There’s a country
Where truth is called audible hatred
& hatred is seen as nothing even in death.
Where death is treated without urgency
As orphans increased in their numbers.

There’s a country
That needs real & true change
& not the lip service that change not.
Lies have gained momentum
& apostles of bad governance have emerged.

There’s hope for our tomorrow
If we can change our thoughts
& walk with one spirit to change
& retire mediocrity,
The reign of vultures as leaders
Will fizzle away like smoke in this place
For we need a good face
& fresh air of governance
In order to maintain importance.

There’s a country
That truly needs change
& that change begins with the leaders
Who coin slogans to throw into the public.

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi (Maxxzymusdapoet)
©29-05-2018
#maxxzymusdapoet
#365DaysOfPoetry
#There’sACountry

Poem 124- Is DINO truly wrong?

Poem 124– Is DINO truly wrong?

Freedom is nothing

If one cannot walk without chains

To speak the truth,

Is to accept that a bunch of lies exist

& never will lies thrive in a country

Where questions are bound to be asked one day.

Freedom is the enemy of slavery

& oppression will fight to bury the truth

In a nation where lies have taken over

Without recourse to happenings before our face

Children dying in their numbers without help

Security has gone into coma

& in supine condition never to be relevant.

What is the crime of Dino?

Is it unlawful to demand for your right?

In a country where we swore to uphold the constitution?

Freedom becomes useless

When we walk around in chains

In democracy never to criticise

For criticism should be the oil that drives any government

& being grateful is the only thing needed in this period of low performance.

Campaign promises are still on the way

With much traffic I doubt if they will ever arrive.

Cost of living is on the high side

& I doubt if they will ever improve

There’s chaos & proliferation of camps all over

There’s incessant death across the nation without solution

Who will rescue us when they see nothing wrong with this

How can we be begging for our rights and peace

In a country where we voted at ease.

Is it wrong to speak the truth?

Should we continue to wallow in pain,

When there’s freedom of speech?

Should we allow ourselves to be cowed

For the sake of mere peanuts against the masses?

Is Dino truly wrong in his statement?

If this is not addressed, the elected would be the target.

Reason with me on this matter

Is Dino really wrong?

What is his offence

That would empty a whole division

While our Benue burn to the ground.

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi

©05-05-2018

#maxxzymusdapoet

#365DaysOfPoetry

#IsDinoTrulyWrong

Poem 125- Searching

Poem 125- Searching

Success has many friends,
But here in Benue,
Recklessness has taken over.
Chaos now rules the day
Succour has travelled to a foreign land
Condolences pour in like torrential rain
As we bury our kind everyday.

What have we done wrong?
Are these the gains of democracy?

Security of lives is just a statement
For freedom is very expensive.
We live as lackeys in our ancestral homes
Forbidden to be free
With a curse upon us as we struggle.
They pay lip service to us
Causing people to die & not animals.

What have we done wrong?
Are these the gains of democracy?

There’s no love for my people
As nobody faced the music to reason.
They threaten the peace of my people everyday.
The sun bears witnesses to all this
As we keep searching for peace.
We’re peace loving people
Who stretched forth a brotherly hand,
But our friendship is our undoing.

What have we done wrong?
Are these the gains of democracy?

Keeping silent in the face of evil
Speaks about the support of evil.
Praising service Chiefs in the midst of chaos
Suggests affiliations to happenings across the country.
A father to one is a father to all
Segregation and nepotism are malignant to progress.
Breaking bridges & burning brotherhood is unfair.
We’re dying everyday
& we’re searching for help

What have we done wrong?
Are these the gains of democracy?

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi
©06-05-2018
#maxxzyusdapoet
#365DaysOfPoetry
#Searching

Poem 123- They Lied

Poem 123- They Lied

Fairy tales are better told
In a land where happiness
Is paramount
But lies are margarine
Spread on make beliefs
Where hopes are heightened.

They lied to us
When Dollar was ridiculed
They lied to us
With employment opportunities
They lied to us
With the monotonous jingle called CHANGE.

No bird perches on a tree twice
Where stones were hurled at it
We are now wise
Because we’ve felt the economic heat
& no more will deceit get to us
For power belongs to us.

Lies have no alternatives –
For tomorrow is tainted
Without hope like dried leaves
We now know because we’re acquainted
Our knowledge is power & we’ll use this
To secure our land, & bring back the exiled peace.

They lied to us
& they must apologize to us.
Should we put this to vote?
We need the real CHANGE
We have a sick government
With a leader who thrives on propaganda
We need the truth
We deserve the truth
& unbiased apologies for the lies.

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi
©04-05-2018
#maxxzymusdapoet
#365DaysOfPoetry
#TheyLied