Saturday, September 1, 2018




If you are not rich
Nobody recognises you,
You would remain behind
And in the dark.

If you are not rich
Your talents waste on the street,
They may make you a vagabond
And a notorious pond,
If you are not rich
No one supports you.

If you are not rich
No titles for you,
In the church, in the society
They can only use you
Abuse, and misuse you too.

If you are not rich
You are a nonentity
If you are not rich
You do not have a choice,
Neither do you have a voice.

If you are not rich
No matter your intelligence
They can only tap and drink you,
Like palm wine, fresh and raw
When they are done tapping
They cut you down from the root.


The wings of money
They spread length and width,
Breadth, height and depth.

The wings of money
They fly up and down,
Left, right and center.

The wings of money,
They fly beyond borders
They reach heaven and hell.

The wings of money
They connect all the corners,
The living, the dead and the unborn.

The wings of money
They wake the dead
And prolong the dying,
They fly the living.
And welcome the unborn.

The wings of money
The antennas of sense
The tentacles of space,
The oracles of gesture
The pinnacles of protection
The miracles of future
The spectacles of vision
The obstacles of objection.

The wings of money
Flying nooks and crannies
Buying books for nannies
Paying cooks for grannies.

The wings of money
The gods must be crazy
Because the rich also cry
Even if no one but you.


There is a destiny that suffers
For another to linger,
There is a voice that echoes
For the other to be a singer.

There is a sacrifice to be made
For someone to be the head,
There is a fight to be lost
For the unborn to avoid a cost.

There is a game to be played
For victory to be assured,
There is a fame to be attained
For history to be featured.

There is a mirror to be broken
For a speaker to be loud,
There is an error to be corrected
For the people to be proud.

There is a choice to be picked
For the vision to be clearer,
There is a prayer to be answered
For tomorrow to be brighter.

The truth of the matter is:
What is written is written.


NGOZI OLIVIA OSUOHA is a Nigerian poet/writer/thinker, a graduate of Estate Management with experience in Banking and Broadcasting. She has published over one hundred and thirty poems in over ten countries and contributed in over fifteen international anthologies. She has numerous words on the marble and her first two longest poems, (poetry books) of 355 and 560 verses THE TRANSFORMATION TRAIN and LETTER TO MY UNBORN published in Kenya and Canada respectively are available on Amazon. She also writes hymns and psalms.

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