JINGLES OF PAIN

JINGLES OF PAIN   My home in the creeks Is up in flames from hate There is fire in the delta Burning up a people Fighting they sat it is But, it’s the big guns, Against slings of defense Killing many, silence they advertise Frustration, over stretched in the region Alas, running down all sections   Corruption protected in high structures Yet, we lack basic infrastructures A hungry picture my people is become Yet, we are reluctant to be angry Young energies idle, the devils workshop Yes! Making lucrative the gun job What hope lies for our tomorrow? When as neglect, we are branded villains Our corrupt own, tag us criminal Believe it we stand for a course.   Blessings of our land Now a consumer of our hand Which is the way, dear mama Nigeria? Refreshing change, our just prayer Healing our land, and people. Must a hapless we die, Demanding true due from our pie? Our survival as minors, painful reality Their judgment is we all die But who owns the land? We all own this land as one Yet! We are segregated like plague   Their death machine crushes the weak With catapults we register resistance Making our thrust, fields are in flames Our rebellion, rides on a course Their retaliation deepens the shame of a giant   We are not crazy Nor cranky as lazy But with a clear vision Rebellion makes our voice clear to ears Only a soothing cure Will calm our groaning pain of neglect   Our jingles are clear Even the melody is fair Will the master plan be developed, Giving us development? Can we trust your sincere? So my ward, won’t cause a dare By peace, we show we care Give us a sign that you will repair Our ears itch, for this jingle of gain.   Is might just, like right? Yet, for our rights we hold on tight Criminals, outlaws, many a name All for the change we dare demand Will they be fair so I get my share? Their melody sounds us pain always Their jingle is allergic to gain.   Give peace a chance Changes, immortalizes peace Niger delta wants peace Progress love the Niger delta Yes! Not again the drumbeats of war A new wave of gain, we claim In its true season, it must rain God bless a changed Nigeria.   Author: Felix. O. Joseph:  chumfin4poem@yahoo.com. Written:8:30pm; 28 -07-2007.   "Change as a phenomenon must be made to find a permanent abode in the Niger delta, in it lies the peace military toys will always want to annihilate" Felix .o.joseph.   "Peace is a product of round table jaw jaw, as only making pieces the guns barrel knows.” Felix. Joseph   "if Nigeria’s might will always be right in the place of peaceful resolution , the n rebellion in the Niger delta will become a legitimate option for self preservation" Felix .o.joseph      “might is never right, but reason is appealing in every season" Felix .o.joseph

MY TEACHER!!!

“A teacher, taught our ignorance the path to civilization, respect all.”

Felix. O Joseph

MY TEACHER!

Am a poet, true you taught me

Flourishing in knowledge am like fountain

Empowering me, I climbed mountains

I command, you made me captain

My crudeness, your rod refined

Your white chalk, brightened my ignorance

Idle fingers, your instructions gave a job

Enduring patience, you guided my steps

Through life’s stepping stone

My home laid the stones you built to a citadel

Worth in much, my value you enhanced

Who am I, without you?

Yes! A tower alluring universal appeal

Contempt as leprous, before all you seem

Yet all crave of you as a need

A profession, disdain will not touch

In their hapless myopia, all forget you

A midwife and nurturer of many a profession

With peanuts, your welfare is gratified

Hastening your demise

A Quick trip to heaven for a reward

Must your reward ultimately be celestial?

Alas! So is the expectation

Be told! Your heaven stars here

Giving your all, civilization is celebrated

Yet you are empty as castrated

Unfair has never fair to you

From scum, comes you gratification

Your attraction, a distraction of the past

Abused, muzzled, and trampled

Little wonder, your strike cripples

Yet, for love, you are passionate to teach

An inner beauty your travails cannot extinguish

What a consistent specimen to service humanity

Truly, your profession is noble

Teachers are not made, but are born

Rare in trait, next to none

Your inputs, speaks like evidence

Material wealth, crumble before your worth

Kings and and nations must sing to your praise

Twenty one gun salute, an army parade, cant make up

My teacher! We know your worth

Dear teacher, we feel your pain

My teacher, not long your reward will rain

Brace up, and enjoy gain

Your due season, always must reign

You are never fake, just knowledge you bake

If I rule the world, you I will take

My teacher, I love you

Sincerely, our love appreciates you.

Author: Felix Joseph Osaeghemede

(chumfin4poem@yahoo.com)+2348037825027.

Written: 9:45am -11:25am,7-10-2008

This is a special dedication to teachers world wide, mostly the abused ,muzzled and trampled one’s.