Perfect God in E

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I am NorthEast

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Where is the love
When your words bite
Was I not dead enough
When darkness brought her plight
What then is love
When I have lost my light

Oh home sweet home
In a peaceful place I was born
But where can I find peace
In these terror that had been done
Sometimes I wish I can just close my eyes
And wake up somewhere above the skies
Maybe then I can see my mama
Share the stories and laugh the drama

I see the soldiers and lose my smile
In this part of the world they last only for a while
Dark terror lay siege to the home of peace
The land of Beauty stands not in a piece
Lord let these soldiers not go crazy
I see, they’re starring at the pictures of their wives and babies

Sometimes it’s like you’re laid in an open coffin
With eyes, watching the death that terror brings

Oh terror, let me live the life of a child
Let me grow with a heart that is gentle and mild
Let darkness take away her sting
Let the NorthEast child play and sing

I am a NorthEast child
Let me have my hearts voice in a song
I am a NorthEast father
Let me raise my family in my home
I am a NorthEast soldier
Let the war end, I want to come home
I am a NorthEast heart
Let peace and love make me strong
I am a NorthEast voice
Let the heavens hear my crying song
I am NorthEast
Let me have a life to live today

Arhyelpoet

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NO BETER WAY TO EXPRESS MYSELF

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Like blue in the midst of dark clouds, like a star in an eclipse, it stayed within without proud in solitude awaiting the path to self lips, to break air with moving speech voicing out unseen truth to men and revealing depths of knowledge unlearn. The empath to true wisdom in ideal but the voice to speak was missing as I stand in phobia of speech. In awe I found this handy friend, a piece to hold to the end for the voice in me to tend a glamour to my personality bringing forth this voice of mine in colours, dancing on a rainbow of words with beautiful letters in accord revealing self in words. I find no end to the appreciation of this friend in motion held by my fingers in notion.
In you I found my voice to lay my words in choice  with my pen without a noise.

Zoaka Yakubu

NO BETTER WAY TO XPRESS MYSELF (than with a pen)

Like blue in the midst of dark clouds, like a star in an eclipse, it stayed within without proud in solitude awaiting the path to self lips, to break air with moving speech voicing out unseen truth to men and revealing depths of knowledge unlearn. The empath to true wisdom in ideal but the voice to speak was missing as I stand in phobia of speech. In awe I found this handy friend, a piece to hold to the end for the voice in me to tend a glamour to my personality bringing forth this voice of mine in colours, dancing on a rainbow of words with beautiful letters in accord revealing self in words. I find no end to the appreciation of this friend in motion held by my fingers in notion.
In you I found my voice to lay my words in choice  with my pen without a noise.

Zoaka Yakubu

In Her Hopes (Mother Nigeria)

When the sun shines
and our children smile
with happy hearts mild
and lives smooth as tile
a mother’s heart glow
watching the birthed ones grow the epic music to her soul
the passionate rhythm of her sow in dreams were all she had whispers of love was all she heard to bring up this future of ours
in today and the rise of tomorrow’s hour
her joy will truly be complete
if this beauty cycle repeats

Zoaka Yakubu