A SON OF A NOBODY (Poetry)

Posted: May 23, 2014 in Poetry
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by Okoye Chukwudi Charles Ezeamalukwuo

My father is a nobody,
Just a simple man with no name,
Just a beautiful art with no fame.
A magnificent statue with no head,
That is standing on the hill where all eyes go dead.
He speaks with a voice that no one is afraid of,
A lone voice in the crowd that no one has heard of.
He smiles with frustrated ripples on his brow.
What he says, none listens or cares to know.

I am a son of a nobody,
A wretched child of the ghetto streets,
A starving patient that poverty treats.
I’m just a diligent student of the ugly fate,
Learning about the “have and the have not” caste.
Half of me is human and the other half is a ghost,
A shadow, and light is not the only thing I need most.
For having been sown among thorns, the Lily strives to grow,
In this world of “who do you or do you not know”.

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Comments
  1. Adaka Timothy says:

    Wot more can I say, Mr. Nobody.
    Hope Their Is Hope???

  2. LegendaryCJN says:

    You should be glad you have a father who’s nobody. Some people don’t even know who their father is. #halfbreadisbetterthannone
    Nice poem.
    Favourite lines:
    “I’m just a diligent student of the ugly fate,
    Learning about the “have and the have not” caste.
    Half of me is human and the other half is a ghost”

  3. Anene Francis says:

    Nice one… Discrimination and undue standards set be the society may be an obstacle in the path of commoners but with dedication, they/ we will excel still in due time… Not necessarily popularity but making ‘positive’ impact in the society and have a level of comfort, call it the good live…

    Sequel in appreciation of fathers:
    I may be the son of a nobody,
    Because many do not care to see.
    What name would be fitting to a man
    That paved highways for me with hoe and hands (>education)
    And not wait for earthmovers he did not have?
    Someone invested his life in me,
    Fed me his clean sweat not stolen milk.
    I am the son of somebody; A great man.

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