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POETRY

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  PEACE Puppeteers calmly manipulate strings from rooftops  Cajoling their stooges into orchestrated macabre dances  To entertain us with the sight Of decapitated bodies in the North In this cacophonous theatre of death Where brothers take up arms against defenceless brothers  Hacking them down like logs in the forest. Jaw-dropping clandestine commando operations  Leave in their wake the wanton destruction of life  In the desolate villages of the middle belt Torn asunder by once-docile cattlemen  Mutated to machine-gun totting merceneries  Sacking whole settlements and fertilising farmlands  With the blood of farmers Where peace in vain is sought What unity is there in death? The old sun watches as endless rivers of blood Oiled by a pervading dearth of love Flow into the crevices of our national wall Soaking the very fabric of our nationhood. There are no wise men in this fool's paradise.

POETRY

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 ENTRAPMENT I got lost in the deep flame of her eyes Her long hair hanging in feathery braids As she sat there beside me My heart did a staccato dance At the burst of her sultry voice Breaking my pathetic wall of defence Her laughter was the whirlwind That tied me into a million knots And tossed me into this endless maze

WATER

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Undaunted by the burning spear That sears our hearts We forge ahead refusing to cringe Kicked around by forces from within And whipped senseless by external oppressors We rise above taunts to carve our niche in granite The volcano erupts in anger Spewing forth the emotion it failed to contain Nature indeed abhors all vacuums Trailed by the mirthless laughter of our allies We will not cow but seek a new way We are water and carve our path we must

SHORT-LIVED

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The wait was long, herculean But for the treasure, i bide my time.           You nudged the periphery of my being  Even as i watched the sparkle leave your eyes. When the shadow that dug a furrow in your face was expunged into insignificance, the gleam in your brown egg eyes became the death of my eternal equanimity. Despite the effervescent glow of your eyes, the smile that eviscerated  the last vestiges of my of my lassitude  died before the day was done.

THINK FIRST, ACT LATER

Too many times, great relationships are destroyed as a result of acting on hearsay. Anger and impatience tend to make people jump to conclusions without bothering to sit back and wonder at the motive of the news bearer. Perhaps if people asked themselves how the unconfirmed report would affect their relationship as a result of any wrong action taken, they would not be in a hurry to react to rumours. In ancient Greece, Socrates was reputed to hold knowledge in high esteem. universalimpact.blogspot.com

EDITORIAL

                                  FROM MY HEART I'm going to keep this short. This is not an editorial in the strict and technical sense. All i want to achieve with this piece is to inform you, dear readers that, from time to time, and on a fairly regular basis, i will be pouring out my heart here.   universalimpact.blogspot.com

POETRY

TORCH BEARERS Sophists fabricate less than intricate fables To convince us that the black we see Is in fact white beneath the halo Over the head of the God-sent angel Bent on making us enjoy the sweet taste Of limitless misery and squalor As usual they over estimate our gullibility  universalimpact.blogspot.com