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    Echoes From the Silent Mind: A Collection of Poems
    Echoes From the Silent Mind: A Collection of Poems
    Echoes From the Silent Mind: A Collection of Poems
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    Echoes From the Silent Mind: A Collection of Poems

    By Kenechukwu Obi

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    A chocolate box of a variety of poems tastefully crafted for your reading pleasure.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherKenWrites
    Release dateApr 9, 2022
    ISBN9791221342925
    Echoes From the Silent Mind: A Collection of Poems

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      Echoes From the Silent Mind - Kenechukwu Obi

      ECHOES FROM THE SILENT MIND

      A COLLECTION OF POEMS

      BY

      KENECHUKWU OBI

      THE SEA IS A MAN

      The sea

      One moment

      Shows calmness

      It is blue

      Speaks peace

      The sea

      One moment

      Shows furiousness

      It is murderous

      Speaks violence

      SEPTEMBER 11

      From September 10- The next dawn arrived pregnant!

      No one knew,

      And

      Dust, smoke, blood roared in synergy-The unexpected!

      Americans swallowed a bitter pill

      America, a back temporarily bent

      September 11

      A scar on her psyche

      Intent on caging her freedom

      Crumbling her iconic symbols

      Beyond September 11

      I see a stronger America

      I see tears on her faceless foes facing judgment

      I see an eternal triumph of freedom and democracy

      THE FAMISHED

      Not only those without food to eat

      Not only those without water to drink

      Not only those with unwholesome water to drink

      Not only those without roofs over their heads

      Not only those with cars and unhealthy roads to ride them

      Not only those without steady supply of power

      Nor only those without good medical care

      Those with public health institutions in shreds

      Education turned to a neglected child in any land- the land is the famished

      Universities turned to cult empires in any land-the land is the famished

      The famished is not secured at home

      He who is rich but suffers insensitive governance- the famished

      No option but becomes government himself

      Provides light

      Provides water

      Provides security himself

      The famished is the dubious politician

      Full of hollow rhetoric

      The smart thief and cultist

      The cunning fox

      The celebrated executive rogue proud of his moral poverty

      His unending list of empty promises so impressive

      As the governed constantly wrestle with misery so combative

      The famished is a political party

      Big but not for true democracy

      Big for its rigging capacity

      Party for ballot-box riggers

      Party for electoral criminals

      The famished is a discredited electoral umpire

      He refuses to quit with his battered image- the famished

      Shameless umpire-the famished

      He writes election results

      And not count voting results

      He is the famished

      The famished is the political thug

      A foolish tool handy in evil hands

      A stupid emissary of havoc

      The famished is the political godfather

      The man with no shame

      The man whose evil scheme will kill someday

      He wants to run everything-he is the famished

      The famished is the callous one

      Conducting contrabands to his land

      Spoiled food, fake drugs, he cares not

      He who murders the truth for oily hands-the famished

      Sound minds inventing inverted platitudes-the famished

      He sees the wake of tyranny

      He sees justice unsettled

      And he keeps

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