Trigger of vengeance

Vengeance is a cold meal,
Never been known to seal a deal,
When you pull this gun's trigger,
You make every problem bigger,
Vengeance lacks ability to troubleshoot,
It has great potential to kill every thing's shoot,
It is an act of imprisonment,
The birth process of a disillusionment,
That it can make you satisfied,
When all it does is make you dissatisfied,
Forgiveness is the antidote,
And one of freedom's many notes.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

True peace!

True peace!


True peace is not the absence of storms,
It only exists in contrast with the truest raging storm,
It is the still,
It is the quiet,
It is the sang froid,
The assurance that somehow the next moment redeems itself,
That the almighty is in total control,
In the eye of the angry storm...

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

Wasted hours

Wasted hours !

All the time I cry,
When I should try,
All the words I say,
When I should pray,
All the time I am embarrassingly ridiculous,
When I should be meticulous,
All the time I spend misjudging,
When I'll be better off not judging,
All the time I spend unbelieving,
When I will be better off believing,
All the time spent courting foes,
When we should be close,
All the time I criticize to demonize,
When I should empathize,
All the hours spent hating,
When we should be loving,
Wasted hours.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

Fall of a great man!

Fall of a great man!

Many a great man have met their fall,
Not at the barrel of the gun,
Neither by the edge of a sword,
Nor by a friend's tongue of betrayal,
But by the flames of lustful passion,
Stoked by rabid fleshy desire,
For the fire of sinful pleasure,
That listening ear to the skin’s pleasure plea,
That second look,
The one too many glance,
At the wrong place,
Those secret meetings,
Under the guise of too much work,
It is on that wave of satisfaction,
In an illegitimate passionate frenzy,
That many a great man have ridden to their fall,
The cremation of life bodies,
By the nibbling flames of lustful desire,
So Beware!!!

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

Don't clench the fist...

Don't clench the fist!

Don't clench the fist,
It is not a physical war,
It is mental,
It is spiritual,
Don't clench the fist,
You wouldn't be able to hold a hand,
Open the hand,
So that a blessing might be received,
When received stop clinging to the things,
Let them pass through you,
Let the blessing flow,
Be blessed but bless another too,
Otherwise clinging to things,
You wouldn't be able to shake a hand,
You wouldn't be able to give a hug,
You wouldn't be able to receive one,
You wouldn't be able to carry your baby,
Don't clench a fist,
But if you must,
Make it mental,
Make it spiritual,
Let your target not be man,
Make it evil and every negative ism.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

What Colour/What race????

What Colour/What race????

Strip the multicolored skin,
For evidence of closer kin,
The color of the blood,
Gushing in a flood,
When a black man bleeds,
Because a white man leads,
Or the other way round,
We need to come around,

Take away the scalp on the skull,
Just a brain beneath the skull,
Neither white nor black,
Like all the organs beneath the belly sack,
The color of the bones,
Unlike the different kinds of stones,
Is the same across race,
We are all tied by a human lace,

Tighter than we will ever know,
A better/clearer sight will show,
That beneath the color of the skin,
We are a closer kin,
All wanting the same basic needs,
Driven by the same Divine creeds,
So we have to show a better love,
Confront division in the human clove,

Love transcends all high walls,
Reaching to all noble calls,
Smile and care are eloquent in every language,
Can be a good race gauge,
So let us mock our divisions with healing,
Celebrate our differences without killing,
Look beyond the the skin of every human,
And just see a man/woman,

For...
What is the color of care?
What is the race of love?
What is the tribe of a smile?
What is the village of compassion?
What is the dialect of a hug?
What is the mother tongue of a kiss?
What is the color of sex?
Answer please, answer, answer, answer!

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

Child Labour

Child Labour.


Not writing about a pregnant woman’s child labour,
But about child labour,
About child prostitution,
And child destitution,
About children in the army,
When they should be with their mommy,
About children in factories,
And children in industries,
Who work hardest,
Their jobs the crudest,
Their pay minimal,
Their treatment animal,
About children hawking,
And children working,
When they should be in school,
Studying to make their future cool,
This is what we, God and nature are against,
This is what we need arms against,
Not guns and bombs,
To multiply the tombs,
We need love and peace,
To regain every valuable piece,
To negotiate a bright future,
Which follows the laws of nature,
To avoid to get the future complicated,
We need to get our children educated.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

Opportunity!

Opportunity!

When the stormy winds gather,
They carry the seeds of opportunity,
Chase not your seed away,
Put up the sail,
Catch the wind,
Hands on the oars,
Use adversity to steer your rocking boat,
On the backbone of prayer,
To your destiny,
You only see the small picture,
There is a grander plan,
There is a bigger story,
More beautiful that you'll ever know,
But it is written with the ink of adversity,
On a vast sky of impossibility,
Hinging on countless possibility,
It is defined by risky periphery,
Only safe in the Hands of the Almighty.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary.