I will be posting the collection of my "prepublication". I will really appreciate useful and constructive criticism.

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Armstrong Prosper
2016©

Early in the morning
The whole community is thrown in mourning
Cause of the fire in the building
And the absence of water in the garden

The heartrending sight of the building in flames
Within, the beautiful damsel of Fame
Holding the window frame
Reciting forgotten scripture pages

She would have escaped
But she was desperate
To save her writing pads
Cause in it lies her future fads

Her mind ran different stories
Of the pastor postings
And mothers preaching
She saw her fate
In the flames around

She pondered and wondered
How difficult this death would be
Writhing in agony
Waiting her fate

She remembered
The beggar
The neighbors
The drivers
The servants
The hawkers
The messengers
All whose life she loathed
And guts she hated
An act she regretted

Now the time has come
The flames at her doors
Rumbling and bubbling
Eager to consume their subject
Rushing through the rooms

She closed her eyes
Expected the burns
Felt the heat
And peed in her pants

Buh instead of burns
And pain
What she felt was warmth and love
As the driver she despised
The one she hated
Hurry's in with a towel
His sight on her
His arms around her
Lifting her to safety
With the words on his lips
I never could let you die
Never!

Copyright
Armstrong Prosper 2016©
#peace

*MY MISERABLE STORY*

The sound of the gavel
As it hit the wooden table
Piercing my soul
Filling my heart
With a million fears

It's official
My fate has been sealed
My destiny has ended here
No choice left to make

The looks on the face of my family
The tears on mother's eyes
The pain in father's heart
The hurt in brother's

They don't deserve it
It was never meant to be
I was suppose to be a bundle of joy
The reason for their laughter

But look at me
I'm hopeless
Helpless
About to become a deterrent

For
I have been sentenced
To death by firing squad
For a major offense

Why did I do it?
What pushed me into this?
What made me stop been good
Questions running through my head

I look back
And realise
That it wasn't the fault of Emeka,
Neither is it the fault of Biola,
Nor Hassan

They convinced me
I listened
They coerced me
I agreed
They promised
I went
They assured me
I traveled
My greed has led me here

Now here am I,
Under bounds in another man's land
About to die from the bullet
That I never was destined to receive

I remember my friends,
My neighbors,
My colleagues,
My pastor,
My brothers,
My sisters,
The disappointment on their faces
Cause I was that bright little boy
Oh!!!
My aged grandma
Her small body
Writhing and convulsing in grief

What have I done?
It is too late now
I have been called
To walk down
That gang of planks
Never to return
Never to see
The setting of another sun

My mum is watching
I'm her first son,
My father is hospitalized
His heart couldn't handle the sentence

My brother calls out my name,
My sisters are screaming my name
Oh!!!
What have I done?
Is this crime worth my life?
Damn Emeka,
Damn Biola,
Damn Hassan,
I hope you learn
And watch the friends you keep

And so as I look down the barrel
And watch the merciless face of the soldier
And the hardened voice of the soldier
"Attention"
"Rifles ready"
"1.... 2....3............Fireeeeeeeeee"

Oh!!!
Imagine the pain
As I end my pitiful journey
On this beautiful mother earth
The bullets hitting home
Oh!!!
I finally depart this merciless world
With the final and parting words
"I'm sorry"
"Goodbye World"

Dedicated to those three Nigerian men
who were killed by firing squad today for peddling drugs
In Indonesia!
Stop peddling drugs
Stop buying drugs
#drugfreelife
#rip

Copyright:
Armstrong Prosper
2016©

For those who don't understand Spanish, here is the translated version of my poem.

We hold the pen
to write and teach
our words our bond
so read and be filled

the truth be told
the world is lost
but would we sit
and let it drown?

so teach the world
let's sit and talk
for none is lost
our world we'll regain

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Armstrong Prosper
2017

Tell my dad
I am his bona-fide son
One of his flesh and blood
His replica and all

Tell my dad
Because I tend more to my mum
Doesn't change the fact
He is my number one friend

Tell my dad
I worship the path he treads
He is my own super hero
My trusted ally

Tell my dad
Every step I take in life
His words lead the way
His frowns directs

Tell my dad
He is my role model
His memories will I cherish
His achievements will I protect

Tell my dad
My son will take after him
My generation will learn from him
My daughters will love him

Tell my dad
I have sworn
To uphold all he stands for
The truth inclusive

Tell my dad
My awesome father
I'll make him proud
So help me God

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All right reserved

Armstrong Prosper
©2016