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Emergency! Emergency! Emergency!
the media says stay alert, don’t panic
but Wuhan is in heartbreak
across the ocean in tremble of the outbreak
panic beats in the travellers heart
the earth has swallowed a lot, for how long?
Am going through the analytic
the report says it is spreading
my body shakes like a leaf
in fright of Tom Frieden words “Pandemic”
don’t blame nothing of me
my world imports everything except pure water
How many will be lost before you are gone
you are traced back to your source
be gone, sure you will be gone
but wuhan shall never forget COVID-19
Alert! in response to preparedness
shuttered, you have shuttered wuhan
live animal in wet market mixed with wildlife
in close contact spill over and jump
I am afraid if you spread more than measures
the consequence will hit hard on me
the cities are in a state of depression
countries are disturbed characterised by
experiencing watchful
Emenike Anayo Anderson.
If only i had, not even one bad habit,
I could have claimed my life as legit;
As i mention, keep its track,
In no way is it a personal attack.
Hurt me once, twice or thrice,
I will not transform into an ice;
I would rather offer you forgiveness,
Even after, you repeatedly create a mess.
I will love you more than you deserve,
Blissfully adoring your facial curve;
When you hurt me, tears well up in my eyes,
Then i feel like, it was a useless sacrifice.
There is this one thing, i just can’t do,
The act of pretending and ignoring too;
Initially i might dislike you for hurting me,
Disturbed by your act, i shall never be.
Everytime, being nice to others,
Is when goodness feels like a curse;
You will be taken for granted,
That is when, quite a few people are enchanted.
-Sheenam Eliza Kujur
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Chaos thrives within these walls, no quiet moments here.
Patience is a state of mind, there are children growing here.
From that first tiny flutter, of life inside of life…
A spark of the divine slowly growing toward the light
A tiny helpless cry becomes a word, and then a song.
A smile, a hop, a skip, a jump, they don’t stay little long.
The work is hard and thankless for a strong and guiding hand.
They need a gentle kindred heart to help them understand.
A thoughtless word can break a heart, too strong a hand, the spirit.
Too gentle and the yield is spoiled and all tomorrows with it.
The apple cannot fall too far from the Apple Tree.
A careless hand can pluck the fruit while it is still too green.
Kiss the hurts, mend the bikes, hand-me-down the jeans,
Hold the moments out of time and nurture every dream.
Laughter fills these walls at times and tears they sometimes flow.
I love you, we say every day. “Brush your teeth” … “Let’s go!”
We basketball, we cheerlead, we football, and we track…
Sometimes I think we meet ourselves, going… coming back.
Yes, chaos thrives within these walls, no quiet moments here.
Patience is a state of mind for there are children growing here.
My chest cooed like a dove
Cardio-vascular
Expression of love
Genre; Haiku. Disability. Impairment.
We have too many homeless Americans
Roaming the streets eating out of garbage cans.
Stable people think THEY can be better than panhandlers.
Do you do ANYTHING to help them live by your standards?
As most comments made, “They can get a job!”
Only one to rob if there is no handout.
Don’t you have to have identification to be a part of our civilization?
To get that, do you not need an address of a residence?
How do you better yourself without having this?
Seems the teams of our Government should be smart enough to cover it.
Grasped me to believe this cycle they conceived to leave them hungry, homeless, naked and grieved.
So we can TITHE and pay others bills and dues
Or we can choose to be hands on, projecting these clues.
Breaking news… Good people come in homeless form too.
One thing that strikes me as funny is how people think God recognizes money.
Money is the root of all evil BUT… In God we trust.
For this is a must if you want to eat.
I was raised to believe we are all equal
If nothing changes soon, beware of the sequel.
Carrion stalker
Death watcher
No one else would take your place
The most debased of your winged brothers
As you pick at rotting meat that no others would approach
It is you who accompanies that most feared fate of all living beings
And for that you are ignored and shunned
By other birds, as well as man.
Birdwatchers seek nuthatch, swallow and martin
but not you.
They may acknowledge your existence
With an uneasy nod
But the stink of death surrounds you
And the fear of it holds sway.
Yet God has seen fit to recompense you for your ostracized existence
I gaze up in the sky and watch as you seem to float on the slipstream
The lightest breeze seems to be enough to support your broad wings
Which hardly beat as you circle and swoop and dip
A black kite that plumbs the vault of the heavens,
The most serene of all the winged spirits.
Although I have seen you gather at your carrion repasts
And once came upon one of your hidden roosts,
Most often I see you in your high reverie
And watch in admiration.
How magnificent it must feel to glide upon the winds
No engine, nor artificiality to compensate for the unnatural pursuit of flight
As men with great effort use to imitate the act.
What Nature has provided comes naturally to you
A flight of effortless tranquility
That in its grace surpasses all other feathered creatures.
A fitting reward my friend
For a life spent feasting upon the dead.
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