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
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Poem 93- Iyobosa

Poem 93- Iyobosa

I was so innocent like the honey comb
When you discovered me as a flower
So bright & full of life bubbling with energy
& you demanded to explore the deep.
What has exploration got to do with me?
I saw promises sing like the canaries
With melodious tunes that spurred my heart to dancing.
I thought of your help as that from God
Now I can barely control my own rod & chord.
What have you done to me?
Did you sow a voracious appetite i n me?
Iyobosa is your name
But my world has never remained the same.

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi
©04-04-2018
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Poem 85- Tribe

Poem 85- Tribe

 

We are humans

& not a piece

To be toiled with,

But agents of change

For sustainable peace.

 

Why wield the tag of a tribe

Before my innocent face?

Why ascribe me to nothing

When I am human in this place?

 

Do you derive pleasure as you hate?

Why do you go after innocent blood?

Do you believe in fate?

Remember there’s a speaking blood!

 

Ascribe not my tribe

For as human I’ve got my pride

A pride to live in peace

& not to spearhead pieces of violence.

 

We are humans

& not tribe ascribed.

 

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi

©24-03-2018

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Poem 13-Litany of Pretence

Poem 13-Litany of Pretence

The mouth is just a tool
And her words can kill too
No man should be seen as a fool,
But over here we’re regarded as items too.

We speak against one another with great concern
We play politics with the lives of our people
We keep quiet in the face of danger without concern
When shall we regard our people.

From dusk to dawn we hear of tales
Coming forth from our people
Fighting over nothing and raining bloody hails
And we turn to them for votes with ripple

For how long should we sit on the fence?
How long should we trade pretence?
We’re not united as a people
We’re not walking and working to save our people.

The mouth is just a tool
And no man is a fool.
We’re taking stock with time
And our own song will trend with time.

You speak of peace
And shake us with piss.
You ask for unity
But your action is not for amity.

We’re here to bear our loss
And this song we will sing no more.
Mayhem is not an issue to gloss
The tool should speak more.

We’re humans and deserve respect
No animal is more important than our respect
The world is watching keenly
The comments are coming openly
This is pretence and not unity
This is hemoclysm laden with calamity.

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi
©13-01-2018
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