Love seems to live only on our tongue,
While our heart waters the seed of hate.
We claim to love our neighbors,
But join to caste stones on his helpless body.
We're just a virus eating the sick body of humanity,
While waiting to shed tears at his transition to eternity,
And contribute part of our cursed treasures for her burial.
You send the prices of food to high heavens,
And smile as your pockets grows like a belly of a pregnant woman.
You watch a brother starve, so your pocket can feed.
You join to crucify the government,
When you're like those thieves crucified along Jesus.
You wash your guilt in the waters called "It is business",
Naming yourself wise, and giving your cursed treasures to same God who says,
''Love is the greatest commandment,
Love your neighbor as yourself",
While all you do is dine on the blood of your brother.
You claim you sale as costly as you buy,
But I saw you hoarding the goods ,
like a butcher making sharp his knife
to ends the animals life when the time is right.
Here you join to put you brother to death,
While at his burial, you show sympathy and wealth.
You watch as your brother is defeated at the war in his stomach,
While you keep back those armoury that could have saved him.
And here you join the world to sing,
We will never walk alone in this trouble times.
When you should fight beside me against an invisible enemy,
You chose to put a bullet on me, from behind.


Ohuche, Joseph ogbonna

A ballad. A story well told in condensed language.
You(we) wash your guilt in the waters called "It is business"...
This is the line that nails the words on a marble.