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STRANGE SONG OF THE GONG

STRANGE SONG OF THE GONG

By: Ebuka Nwachukwu

Level: 1

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FRUIT OF THE FORBIDDEN TREE

ADAM:
We were happy as kids are before they understand the world
Arms locked together with eyes for each other alone; we twirled
I have learned that if it doesn’t look right, it’s because it’s not
The deed was not to eat the apple; it was to fall for her plot

EVE:
The redness of the fruit wasn’t what made it cute
It was the words of the snake; melody from a flute
I always felt that the grasses in this garden were too green; the sun just shined too bright
I was tired of the illusion of serenity; the snake was a welcome sight.

SNAKE:
Pretty damsel is that tree in the middle the only thing you doubt?
If knowledge were rainfall, then this garden suffers drought
Missus I see you lie awake and ponder over these things; this paradise is your hell
Taste the apple and see; I promise not to tell Continue reading →

…4-5-6…

…4-5-6…

By: Ebuka Nwachukwu

Level: 2

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4: HOW DO I KNOW THAT I KNOW?

Socrates speaks: Right from my earliest years [when exactly I do not know] I have never taken a thing said to me at face value

Except it be God himself that speaks I will doubt

The persons that speak to me are not liars but are merely vessels of half knowledge

But I believe knowing nothing is far less dangerous than knowing a little!

Plato speaks: Pardon my mentor for his rude way of speaking [it is no way to address you learned men]

What he meant to say was that the whole lot of you are little more than puppets

Some are basic puppets: puppets of culture, religion and group think. Hands and legs move only when moved

But there are still sophisticated mannequins among you.

Sophisticated, but puppets all the same

Socrates speaks: Listen stupid ones, why do you fight in another man’s war?

Sinner why cast the first stone on a sinner?

Just as the Gorgon Medusa stares at everything but her own reflection

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…1-2-3…

…1-2-3…

By: Ebuka Nwachukwu

Level: 1

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1: You Made Me Like This

Someone once asked a terrorist why he kills without pity

“To live in Allah’s kingdom, must you destroy our city?”

But Ahmed laughed inwardly at the ignorance of this fellow

“If the nation down here wanted me would I the march to heaven follow?”

 

I once overheard the lion say he only killed because he had to eat

“If all I needed was placed before me I would only sit”

But to end the life of another is game to one particular beast

Hunger should not be the only thing satisfied at a feast Continue reading →

…The Observer…

…The Observer…

By: Ebuka Nwachukwu

Level: 1

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I am the philosopher whose quest is to understand the state

To understand it is to understand these people bound by fate

Armed with my quill and parchment I prayed to the lord

“If I analyze the purpose of the pen let me see that of the sword”

 

But does man really need man to survive?

Did not John the Baptist live in a desert and still thrived?

Is man only fulfilled in the eyes of other men?

What was the first society? Who knows when?

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…Calvary Walk…

…Calvary Walk…

By: Ebuka Nwachukwu

Level: 1

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“Elohim it is I your only son that calls”

“Great prince of the heaven is now weak and so falls”

But Gabriel’s gentle voice can be heard from afar:

“Strength to the king who will win the morning star”

 

“This cross I carry is not what makes me weak”

“It is the hate in the eyes of those whose salvation I seek”

But Michael was quick to remind the tired God

“Before Yahweh and his elders you agreed to toss your crown into mud” Continue reading →

…It’s Your Day…

…It’s Your Day…

By: Ebuka Nwachukwu

Level: 1

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Out of 365 days of the year there is one day when everyone is a celebrity

On that day you are the star of your own dream; sign your autograph for your fans

Numerous Facebook write-ups all announcing the anniversary of your birth

Today Mummy remembers the theatre room, the pains and then the joy of the gift that is you. Continue reading →

…Voices…

…Voices…

By: Ebuka Nwachukwu

Level: 1

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I close my ears because the sounds I hear are too loud
Pandemonium outside and inside me are a noisy crowd
But somewhere within I hear a still small voice
“If you block out the doubts, you’ll hear me beyond the noise” Continue reading →

…Seize The Air…

…Seize The Air…

By: Ebuka Nwachukwu

Level: 1

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Child Seize The Air!

From his nest the little bird looks up to see the great ones in the sky

With wobbly legs he stands, frowns, beats his little chest and vows to try

Everyday Mother Nature torments him with this magnificent sight

And every day he spreads his little wings and awaits the air to take him up with its might

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