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Here Lies the Revolution

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Here lies the revolution
Our revolution
Embarked upon with little conviction
We marched through the streets
It was the fashion
So we raised our voices
In great unison
We gave flight to fantasies
And reason
Treason was to stop believing
Hope in the air
It was the season
Give thanks to God
For He is weaving
Even at the last hour
Of the evening
Lost in this game
Of self-deceiving
Bathed in the drench
Of sweat turned creamson
Listen
Voices dispersed by
The tear gas combustion
Who wants to lay down
His life for the nation?
So we sigh
In frustration
This is my salutation
For here lies
My, your, our revolution

Ndukwe Onuoha

Featured Poem:

Boom!

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That’s the sound of the silence
That shatters our celebration
It’s the sound as our hearts
Fall to our bellies in trepidation
It’s the ringing in our ears
Adding music to our fears
Call your loved ones
Call your peers
The apocalypse is here
And if you’re close to God
Get on your knees and say a prayer
For the souls that will be lost tonight
Jos has gone aflare!

A village was standing here

And Kratos is an impostor, you see
The real god of war lives here
His prophets, ever near
Pouring hatred into our ears
Till we fight and kick
And bite and kill
Still the purpose is all but clear.

So boom!
Boom! Boom!
And just in case you missed it…
Watch out!
Boom!
Yet again!

Yes, boom till the coal tar is red with blood
And boom to the most high – cos we kill for the lord
And boom to the infidels who will not heed his word
And boom till the earth is washed with fire like a flood

Washed with fire like a flood
I spilled my brother’s blood
For no real offense
Just that he doesn’t speak my mother’s tongue!

For how long will this go on?
For how long must our song
Be of burial and hatred
And stanzas of violence
Until love is an empty gong?

For how long will this go on?
For how long must our song
Be devoid of love and laughter and joy
And those little things we’ve forgot?

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Biography

Ndukwe Onuoha resides in Lagos Nigeria, where he is a copywriter by day and poet by design. He draws his inspiration from the many human stories that play themselves out every day, providing a unique insight into the animal called man.

He is married to a lovely blogger, who also has the rather arduous task of keeping him within the agreeable bounds of reality and sanity

Ndukwe Onuoha

Biography

Ndukwe Onuoha resides in Lagos Nigeria, where he is a copywriter by day and poet by design. He draws his inspiration from the many human stories that play themselves out every day, providing a unique insight into the animal called man.

He is married to a lovely blogger, who also has the rather arduous task of keeping him within the agreeable bounds of reality and sanity

Here Lies the Revolution

Enlarge poem

Here lies the revolution
Our revolution
Embarked upon with little conviction
We marched through the streets
It was the fashion
So we raised our voices
In great unison
We gave flight to fantasies
And reason
Treason was to stop believing
Hope in the air
It was the season
Give thanks to God
For He is weaving
Even at the last hour
Of the evening
Lost in this game
Of self-deceiving
Bathed in the drench
Of sweat turned creamson
Listen
Voices dispersed by
The tear gas combustion
Who wants to lay down
His life for the nation?
So we sigh
In frustration
This is my salutation
For here lies
My, your, our revolution

Featured Poem:

Boom!

Enlarge poem

That’s the sound of the silence
That shatters our celebration
It’s the sound as our hearts
Fall to our bellies in trepidation
It’s the ringing in our ears
Adding music to our fears
Call your loved ones
Call your peers
The apocalypse is here
And if you’re close to God
Get on your knees and say a prayer
For the souls that will be lost tonight
Jos has gone aflare!

A village was standing here

And Kratos is an impostor, you see
The real god of war lives here
His prophets, ever near
Pouring hatred into our ears
Till we fight and kick
And bite and kill
Still the purpose is all but clear.

So boom!
Boom! Boom!
And just in case you missed it…
Watch out!
Boom!
Yet again!

Yes, boom till the coal tar is red with blood
And boom to the most high – cos we kill for the lord
And boom to the infidels who will not heed his word
And boom till the earth is washed with fire like a flood

Washed with fire like a flood
I spilled my brother’s blood
For no real offense
Just that he doesn’t speak my mother’s tongue!

For how long will this go on?
For how long must our song
Be of burial and hatred
And stanzas of violence
Until love is an empty gong?

For how long will this go on?
For how long must our song
Be devoid of love and laughter and joy
And those little things we’ve forgot?

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (0)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (0)
  • Reflection (1)
  • Captivation (0)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (1)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

Here Lies the Revolution

Enlarge poem

Here lies the revolution
Our revolution
Embarked upon with little conviction
We marched through the streets
It was the fashion
So we raised our voices
In great unison
We gave flight to fantasies
And reason
Treason was to stop believing
Hope in the air
It was the season
Give thanks to God
For He is weaving
Even at the last hour
Of the evening
Lost in this game
Of self-deceiving
Bathed in the drench
Of sweat turned creamson
Listen
Voices dispersed by
The tear gas combustion
Who wants to lay down
His life for the nation?
So we sigh
In frustration
This is my salutation
For here lies
My, your, our revolution

Comments

Your email address will not be published.