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ORDER OF THINGS
There is a rightful order found
Beyond the things that seem to be,
Something beneath the surface seen
Hidden behind prevalent schemes.
I know this fact through feelings felt
in such relief that come to mind,
When in life I do my bit
And leave results to Spirit's will.
There is a rightful order found
In which Spirit our lives arrange,
Giving us what we rightly earn
With precision in circumstance,
Designed to rhyme and meet somehow
In a rightful order, time, and place.
From the Book - Poems of Life
PEARL HARBOR TO 911; EVERLASTING CHANGES
From the rubbles of pearl harbor
To the collapse of twin towers 911
I marvel at the desecration of our freedom
And salute the resilience of our might
On each occasion cry for our mother country
I cry for the falling heroes that bless our landscapes
The ones that sheds the sacrificial blood
That keep us focused and bold
From rubbles to rubbles, our ashes ascends heaven
Received by the almighty, He sends His blessings to fortify us
To make us better children for the world
The world shocked by a jolt to our foundation
At Pearl Harbor we shivered
At WTC coiled in to our souls
Senses could not understand the mayhem
Eyes could not believe the atrocities
The desecration of our land
On these occasions we came out outrageos
Smoking with anger and anguish
Asking innumerable questions with innumerable answers
Yet we could not see where we sinned
Against these enemies without conscience
Against men and women that became beast
Against the inhuman assault on our country
The world stood still, the time piece refused to still
Telling us that the struggle must continue
Justice must prevail to let light overcome darkness
The world listened to our cries
The birds of the earth refused singing
Because there is no joy on this infirmly day
The wave of our ocean rose in ferocity
Overflowing bounds and boundaries
Bubbling and boiling for action
To decimate these beast in human skin
These actions are deterrents
To restore our dignity and might
To restore honor to future generations
And keep democracy flowing in our blood,& souls
RALPH MADUIKE
© 2002
WHEN THY YOUTH IS SET TO LEAVE
When thy youth is set to leave
He said his voice so deep and soft.
And it is thy old age time to race,
But old age only can drag and shove,
Will some youth be in thee reserved?
To give support to thy old age race?
Or will thy habits be stuck in thee
To spoil thy fun of old age rest?
Again I ask thee he reached to him,
When thy youth is set to flee,
And the fountain of youth in thee
Has reached its topmost peak at end,
And old age knocks the door of life,
What in thee will flee with youth?
And what in youth will stay in thee
To keep the company old age craves?
I speak, I ask, but I tell thee too
He said with piercing eyes of blue,
Though thy aim when young is wild,
Do watch and make thy self to know:
When thy freedom is spent in waste,
Cause fun and joy in youth abused,
Becomes a debt when old to pay,
For what you sow is what you reap.
From the Book - Poems of Life
WE WILL LIVE AGAIN!
As the dust settle,
Residents of the nation,
Ever blessed country
Comb the carnage, and
Ransack the wreckage,
Picking up the pieces
Of their shredded lives,
And shattered dreams.
Once the land of honey/oil,
Now dried by greed.
Once a dear native land,
Now dogged by violence.
Where tribe and tongue
Though always differed,
Yet in brotherhood stood,
Now in hatred all severed.
Ashes of burnt houses,
Remnants of horror,
And lifeless bodies,
Litter the sordid streets
In pervaded desolation.
And so you expect,
A people pooped,
Worn out and withered.
But instead you find,
A people hopeful,
For in their eyes,
I see their future.
These besieged cities,
Will rise again.
And in this nation,
We will live again.
Oliver Mbamara
© 2002
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