Chukwuemeka N. Ezejiofor

Hyattsville, MD

Chukwuemeka has been has been writing poems since he was in his teens. He was born on Aug. 15, 1971 to Mr. Benard Ezejiofor and Mrs. Lucy Ezejiofor. His father is a banker with African International Bank Limited, while his mother, formerly an official of the South Korean Embassy, is now a manufacturer of various brands of hair and body cosmetics. He attended Isulo Primary School, Aguata High School, Aguata, and two years at University of Lagos, Nigeria. He is currently pursuing his pharmacy education. He has published his poems in local magazines and one is to be published by The National Library of Poetry. He is from a Christian family and its background has molded his serene outlook on life.

Terrorists

Here they are with their monkey face
With their gun on her head
Hunched, grim freaked face
They close their ragged line
Deciding if she should live
Or dead
Sweats burn her face
As she cry out for mercy
Blood surge through her vein
Insane she goes
She turned her face flat to the wall
Then sucked her breath
Yawning like the big open mouth
Of an angry crocodile
As she pray
As I die, it will be to free myself
Leaving the world
The politicians
To accomplish it's purpose
It is my nature to think so
While the great World goes it's way
But for lonely men like her
It was wasted
Al the beauty spent lavishly
As these goes by
She has a sound
Clothed men abound
God
All she could say
Free at last.

Storm

Alone in the stormy night
Heaven full of thick clouds
Over my head
Fighting her claustrophobia
On a dark hill side
With pines around me
Chocolate eyes fighting
I watch in wonder all day
Frozen swamps run across
My mind damped
Grief, agony, pain bewildered
Do I call you period of mourning
Period for crying
Sober minded
Sprawling at the street corner
Silence filled everywhere
Sorrow rented the air
Animals smothered on in their lairs
Alas Romeo and Juliet
Kissing, hugging their properties abound
Passing a sleepless night
Blinding their eyes with sorrow
Just like engulfing fire
Looks a grave yard
Looks like a ghost town
Where there is silence to infinity
Like almighty God had come down
To lay his hand of justice
On the judgement day
Separate grain from the chaff
Romeo and Juliet don't know each other
Helter Skelter about
Cold abound
Has come upon them
Scathering all trees
Grips down and begin to awaken
So how is the view.

A Cry From The Land - Into Retreat --

Out relaxing in my huge garden
Thus a thunderous cry...

I stand among creatures and people
Like a shadow
around every man's house
They see me and do all sorts of nonsense
On my back
As if am not a living creatures
As if am not any purpose to you
Still you strike, wound and kick harder
on my back.

Agriculture, engineers destroy me with their tools
wounding and using me carelessly
I pretended as if I don't know anything
armies trample, invade and destroy me
With their bombs and dangerous weapons
Still I kept quiet
Agriculturists work on every minute of the day
on me
Just for search of minerals
All these things I see
Made me to cry.