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New Crisis
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

There’s this phrenology we were taught when the
World still had her intestines intactꓽ when the skull mounds
Up on the forehead —the sinciput of grace —
It is a head of crisis.

Like the new moon, a New Crisis has risen above us.
Darkness mumbles loud words, of a swarm of
Ridiculous locusts, which has pillaged our fields,
Harming every single blade,
Runcinated and monstrous to the eyes

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Dirge of the Last Lap
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

I

The loud, cruel laughter of dirge
besieges us so greatly in the face of
wanton humiliation.
It comes mightily, crashing our aged
city walls, unearthing the foundations of
churches,
tolling bells in pulsated grief . . .


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Echoes from a Dark Corridor
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

I

Promises are yet unripe.
Trumpets and cymbals from callous pimps
Across the desert reach our aching ears

Night and morn bring forth silhouettes of
Inebriated masquerades armed with whips adorned with
Thorns.
What’s more, their breaths are stale.

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Recent Political impasse Poems
Dirge of the Last Lap
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

I

The loud, cruel laughter of dirge
besieges us so greatly in the face of
wanton humiliation.
It comes mightily, crashing our aged
city walls, unearthing the foundations of
churches,
tolling bells in pulsated grief . . .


......

Continue reading
Echoes from a Dark Corridor
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

I

Promises are yet unripe.
Trumpets and cymbals from callous pimps
Across the desert reach our aching ears

Night and morn bring forth silhouettes of
Inebriated masquerades armed with whips adorned with
Thorns.
What’s more, their breaths are stale.

......

Continue reading
New Crisis
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

There’s this phrenology we were taught when the
World still had her intestines intactꓽ when the skull mounds
Up on the forehead —the sinciput of grace —
It is a head of crisis.

Like the new moon, a New Crisis has risen above us.
Darkness mumbles loud words, of a swarm of
Ridiculous locusts, which has pillaged our fields,
Harming every single blade,
Runcinated and monstrous to the eyes

......

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