maxwell enwemuche

Shattered Dreams (A Poem) Our children are the leaders of tomorrow so the song says, But tomorrow looks bleak and our future without hope seems truncated. Now our unfriendly tears seem neglected Without recourse on how we should be educated. The girl child is molested constantly And the boy child roams the streets helplessly. When shall all this nonsense stop? When shall we enjoy the dividends long promised? When shall we enjoy development? '...help our youths [including the children] the truth to know...'reads our anthem, But the sacrificial lamb is now our children. What an anathema? Schools are being built for who? Let the girl child be educated. Great nations develop their youth base. They don't exploit them. Fathers protect their children They don't leave them vulnerable. Our dear SENATORS not SIN-ATORS, Give the children a chance; give them pencils and pen, Give them books; give them a life of their own. Remember, this child can be yours like any other. For ...

Stay Alive for Africa (A Poem) There is no point saying much, For much has been said with your life. There is no point singing eulogies For many eulogies have been sung. There is no point thinking about your struggles for freedom For we are enjoying much of it right now. There is no point thinking about your words of inspiration, For they've kept us thus far. There is no point talking much about your health. For we know our God will grant you good health. Get strong, get well and speak to us again For we've suffered in our heart again And we wish you well without pain That we may dance the Zulu dance again. Together for the world ℓ̊ pray Together we ask Mandela to stay alive. Stay Alive for Africa. Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi 22-07-2013 23598DE2 @maxxzydapoet

A Right To Ask ~~~~~~~~~ In vain the promises fly like kites So high that they sparkle like the stars in Heaven. Your welfare is my concern they'll even trumpet, But where are the promises that once spoke so loud? With mouth so loud, they speak like demi gods Putting the people at the receiving end. At the high castle they crucify their pillar of support Oh ye building! You cannot stand without a pillar to support. Where is our strength? Where is our right to ask? Now ℓ̊ know wisdom is not measured by a man's height, But by steadily trying to know and ask. Thirsty for knowledge is not a wish, But a personal approach to life and issues. Our eyes in governance must look out for us That our days may not be like that of a horse... Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell O. (C)23-06-2013 @maxzydapoet 23598DE2

A Right To Ask ~~~~~~~~~ In vain the promises fly like kites So high that they sparkle like the stars in Heaven. Your welfare is my concern they'll even trumpet, But where are the promises that once spoke so loud? With mouth so loud, they speak like demi gods Putting the people at the receiving end. At the high castle they crucify their pillar of support Oh ye building! You cannot stand without a pillar to support. Where is our strength? Where is our right to ask? Now ℓ̊ know wisdom is not measured by a man's height, But by steadily trying to know and ask. Thirsty for knowledge is not a wish, But a personal approach to life and issues. Our eyes in governance must look out for us That our days may not be like that of a horse... Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell O. (C)23-06-2013 @maxzydapoet 23598DE2