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Friday, December 15, 2017


This is the purest kind of evil,
Where the heavens receives human blood as wine on the altar;
A barbaric act, draining the mind of the masses,
Whose eyes barely see a better tomorrow
As their blood stain the sanctuary in abyss.

Many of them are gone,
Gone to the land of no return,
They left their praises with the Messiah,
Only for us to witness a mess higher.
Now our tears sing songs,
Songs that our ears can't hear.

These men are awesomely wicked
No wonder, they're like aliens with weak heads
They are mostly called gunmen,
That's why they show no mercy like those gone men
Who claim lives through mass murder;
Now we don't know if there's mass for our mothers
Whose brains were blown out as they were murdered.


HOPE ALIVE(a poem by Sunsampaul Egwu)

Our faces are rubbed with shame,
We live a life where we don't find fame,
We passed through excruciating pains,
After the struggles, we got no gain.

Mind you, this poem is penned to remind you
That you can be the better YOU.
So, stand on your feet and wipe your tears,
Say no to defeat and say no to your fears.

Our faces may be punched with lies.
Daily insult may fly like flies,
But don't ever give up your hope,
Don't ever let them get you with a rope.

You know life is not a bed of roses,
For you are YOU, so don't pretend to be Moses.
Be bold, tenacious and strong,
Don't ever loose hope, even when things go wrong.

©Sunsampaul Egwu Philosopher

BEYOND THE COLOURS(a poem by Sunsampaul Egwu)

Today is not independence,
So don't expect green white green on my skin;
For this nation has failed to grin, wine and grin,
This nation sags and her pant is exposed
All we see is red light, red light
We can't sleep with two eyes closed,
Please give us pink
So our soul won't sink.

Let us for once behold yellow,
So we can greet one another "hello",
This is not Biafra, so hide your scars;
Stand out and shine like the stars.

For if all we need is black and white,
Then there'll be sokoto in our shokoto
This is a land of success
So give us back our conscience.

So there'll be no blood on the street,
No child marriage and rape,
No nepotism and tribalism,
So there'll be peace and not pieces of human bodies. ©Sunsampaul Egwu Philosopher