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Friday, February 25, 2011

"Thank God, Men Are Not God"

a poem by Eddie Onuzuruike i fell in love with years ago and wanted to share

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"Humans exhibit so much greed
So much hate
So much discrimination
So much inhumanity to fellow humans
They get so obsessed with power

And so we wonder if men were God

Rainfall would be selective
Given specific areas to fall
Directed on particular roofs
Excluding the houses of sworn and assumed enemies

If men were God
Life as precious as it is
Would have been monetized
And financed by banks
Only affordable to the rich

If men were God
Sunshine would have been privatized
Accessed only by the entrepreneurs
Allocated to millionaires
Acquired by the industrialists

If men were God
The air would have been scarce, controlled by the Rulers
Reserved only for friends, cronies and loyalists
There would have been no place for dissidents
Except in gas chambers and concentration camps

If men were God
The gift of the womb would have been monopolized
Controlled and allocated by government
Some tribes and races would have been prohibited
And like other things the poor would apply and wait for ages.

If men were God
Sight would been a foreign commodity
Imported from the USA and Europe with foreign currency
All poverty stricken countries would have been blind
The eyes would have been on rentals, hired on minute
by minute rates
Adding to Africa's debt burden.

Thank God men are not God
Thank God, God is God and men are men

The rich and poor
The mighty and meek
The sinful and righteous
All have access to all the precious things in life
Free rainfall
Free sunshine
Free air
Free life
Free fruits of the womb
And free sight."

2 comments:

  1. Wow!! This poem took my breath away. I see why it's one of your favourites. I'm definitely keeping a copy. Thanks for sharing.

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  2. funny i used to write poems when i was bored when my mom lived in Abuja and one of her friends asked to read mine and she said i shd get them published and she got me the book called Uncle Bola's Promise which this is in. Apparently the British Council there has a poetry club they have a quarterly publication.

    I then later recited this poem as my last minute talent at a pageant and won with it....competing against a golden bikini dancing girl with loud music and a lot of general hulabaloo :)

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