MOSES CHUKWUEMEKA DANIEL - POEMS

My name is Moses Chukwuemeka Daniel,  I am from Ebonyi state Nigeria, Africa. I am a young African writer and  poet.

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                                'Echo of our girls(chibok)


  chibok where are thy girls?
Chibok where is thy  pride?
Just yesterday we felt her smile, 
Today she is not in sight.
  Do you hear the boom boom!!?
I bet they are now in gloom,
Which architecture designed this doom?
Will tomorrow sweep us all like dirt too ?
  I hear in that place, 
Those who see don't say,
Those who say don't live,
Really they Do not leave.
  every night they get clothed with fright, 
Every night they get cuddled by cries,
They see men but no one to call father,
They sorrow as they beg the night the beauty she once had.
  everyday dreams and aspirations get broken, 
Every night the pride between the legs get stolen, 
Sometimes it seems the journey is never ending, 
But they never stop praying and wishing.
  Every beginning is like it's end,
Even the ground is no longer a friend, 
Our girls get saved from their saviours,
Just to get hidden from the beauty of tomorrow.
  Every night I  hear her voice,
That endless banging in my heart,
Every night I feel her love,
When I  spin over and she is no where to be found.
  Chibok fight a good fight,
We don't say good morning, 
Until the night  is over,
Always remember tomorrow will be fine.
 
 

                                              What is love?


​What is love when brothers stab at back?
what is love when all we get are broken hearts?
what is love when a mother sells her child?
What is love when life is a waste of time?
Love is but hate when it bears envy,
friendship is but a game when it lacks truth,
brothers are but animals when they decide to kill,
the world is a jungle when humans are choped like fruits.
What is love in the hands of care?
What is love when we leave in fear?
What is love when we know no change?
What is love when a heart can't feel?
In the clutches of ripe wickedness,
when man finally stops caring or sharing,
sin feels the air with throes,
what is man when love is the answer?
When man sleep with one eye shut and other lit open,
when men are charity in the hands of death,
our original beauty are hidden in rage and hate,
what is man when love is the answer?