Bethel Ineke
A young dynamic cyber security agent, poet, data analyst. Who drives joy in doing his job first.
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Democracy in Chains
Government of the people, By the people, for the people— Rule of the majority, Bloodlines unchained, No iron crowns forged in the forge of kin. When she came to Nigeria, She wore a radiant face, Like a goddess of beauty On an enchanted mountain. Both young and old stood in awe, Marvelling at her grace. But soon, tribalism emerged— With machetes, Guns, And hate. Not to guard her, But to wound her. My country turned against her, Like lepers cast aside— Rejected, dejected, and slain. You ...
Ink Against the Dark
My inks are running dry, Each drop a bleeding emotion. With hope and sacrifice I try To keep this flame in motion. How can one stay silent When rot seeps through the land? How be a saint When evil falls like sand? When tyranny takes the throne, The soil drinks bitter tears. Justice turns to stone, And silence fans our fears. Elders twist truth and bend the law, Their palms lined with gilded gleam. They swallow greed without a flaw, Yet wear their lies as sacred theme. Yet still, my pen must ...
THE IRON TOMB
The Iron Tomb By Ineke BSC Your heart is heavy like an iron tomb, Where grudges sharpen and hatreds bloom. Bitterness nurses its venomous seed, Poisoning soil where young dreams brewed. Heavy heart, dark as night, Waging war against the light. You boil like oceans in restless war, Rising to batter the innocent shore. You hunt the dove with merciless eyes, Spinning the snare where its freedom dies. Heavy heart, dark as night, Waging war against the light. What fleeting glory, what hollow gai...
Mute Father, Loud Scars
Dad, why were you silent? Your voice; absent when I needed it most. You never warned me of the cliffs ahead, Never bent the tender tree Toward the path of light. You watched my feet wander, My soul decay in shadows, Unchastised, uncared for. You were present, Yet utterly absent... A silence so loud That a dropped pin could echo. You were a good husband, But a broken father. You left your children like treasures In the hands of thieves, Where neglect became our inheritance. In agony, you aband...
YES, I AM A MAN
YES, I AM A MAN By Ineke BSC Yes, I am a man, (pause) Made to bear my pain. My tears [forbidden], Hidden from the skies. I weep in silence (longer pause) Where no mercy lies, And let the rainfall Wash my veins again. You [broke my spirit], Yet forbade my cry. You burned the bridge That once held us near. You smiled through falsehood, Clothed your scorn in cheer, And left my soul To question every lie. You crave my labor, But you never see. You take, entitled, As though I must give. You [dr...
GOLDEN COFFIN
GOLDEN COFFIN by Ineke BSC You bought him a golden coffin for death, But withheld silver coins when he begged for breath. All messages and pleas—your ears turned deaf, And his weeping voice you tagged a mere cough. You gathered in numbers, dressed in fine lace, With tears like rivers carved on your fine face. You spoke of his kindness, his strength, his grace, But where were you in his time and space? He begged for a pill, a meal, a call, You heard his cry, yet did nothing at all. Five tho...
SEATS OF GREED
Your mansion stands on toil and sweat, Yet deaf you sit, our cries unheard. The weight we bear, the wounds we keep, While you grow fat, we starve and weep. Aren’t those halls adorned with gold, While hunger stalks both young and old? Even the crumbs you cast away Are priced beyond what we can pay. Your speeches bloom with empty grace, Sweet words that mask a soulless face. You promise light, yet dim the sun, A game well played—your race is won. Streets are cracked with broken dreams, Torn...
Blood On Their Hands
Summary of Blood on Their Hands By Bethel Stanley Ineke This poem is a poignant condemnation of the atrocities committed during the Nigerian Civil War (1967–1970), particularly the genocide against the Igbo people. It highlights the deep wounds of war, the betrayal by supposed allies, and the complicity of the media and global powers in justifying mass killings. The poet mourns the over three million lives lost, especially innocent children and youth, and exposes how propaganda, greed, and ...
Blood On Their Hands
Summary of Blood on Their Hands By Bethel Stanley Ineke This poem is a poignant condemnation of the atrocities committed during the Nigerian Civil War (1967–1970), particularly the genocide against the Igbo people. It highlights the deep wounds of war, the betrayal by supposed allies, and the complicity of the media and global powers in justifying mass killings. The poet mourns the over three million lives lost, especially innocent children and youth, and exposes how propaganda, greed, and...
Blood On Their Hands
Summary of Blood on Their Hands By Bethel Stanley Ineke This poem is a poignant condemnation of the atrocities committed during the Nigerian Civil War (1967–1970), particularly the genocide against the Igbo people. It highlights the deep wounds of war, the betrayal by supposed allies, and the complicity of the media and global powers in justifying mass killings. The poet mourns the over three million lives lost, especially innocent children and youth, and exposes how propaganda, greed, and...
Blood On Their Hands
Summary of Blood on Their Hands By Bethel Stanley Ineke This poem is a poignant condemnation of the atrocities committed during the Nigerian Civil War (1967–1970), particularly the genocide against the Igbo people. It highlights the deep wounds of war, the betrayal by supposed allies, and the complicity of the media and global powers in justifying mass killings. The poet mourns the over three million lives lost, especially innocent children and youth, and exposes how propaganda, greed, and...
Freedom At Last
#poetry Like a homeless bird He hovers all around In search of a guileless tree To pitch his nest and be free Free from his mother's shadow And feed on his own meadow. Away from his father's glory This is my life and my story. Chastise me not, our paths aren't the same And I'm neither after any fame I am a hero, born to conquer I am a servant to myself as the master Life's like a game of chess Both the king, the queen and pawns End up in the same coffin. So, why murder myself over no...
THE SILENT PLEA
In a world where poverty's grip is tight, A poor man kneels, his soul drained of light. His desperate plea, like a whisper in the dark, He humbly begs, seeking a helping spark. Before him stands a rich man, in opulent attire, His heart, guarded by walls built up higher. His eyes, cold and distant, devoid of empathy, Refusing to see the pain that's plain to see. The poor man's eyes well up, his voice humble and meek, His words, a plea, his dignity, a creek. He asks for compassion, a chance to s...
I'm A Soldier
#poetry In a school where I'm Neither a student nor a teacher But armed with cane that never beat To discipline children their parents couldn't And to nurture the young ones that Need a tender hand "Your reward is in heaven", that's what they said. I am a soldier, trained with guns I am a rating, I mastered my rifles. I didn't train with cane I trained with pain and should see the gain I didn't train with broom But with gun to face the jungle not a classroom. © INEKE BSC
Lone Love
#poetry This last piece of my heart isn't to be broken This last split is a valuable token With all the blows previously taken It can't take more again for it's awaken This lone fragment that was long shattered Could die off if further battered The stretch and the resilience can't be altered Its survival and regeneration is deeply sheltered My past is regurgitating vivid memories Of love, failures and emotional victories Falling in and out of my innermost territories This lone love is nonre...
Your virginity is your dignity
#poetry With all SINCERITY you truly look PRETTY But I have to warn you not to loose your VIRGINITY. Don't allow what you see in your VICINITY To break your wall of SECURITY. Your VIRGINITY is your DIGNITY, Protect it and make it your number One PRIORITY. Don't allow error of PROXIMITY to lead you into IMMORALITY. Some of your friends call you MINORITY Because you don't follow their PARTY OF MAJORITY, They show their body as PUBLICITY for money And also committing ATROCITY in the name of activ...
He is my Anchor
#Poetry I'm a lost ship in the vast deep and black sea Guided by the waves of fate Towards a safe shore He is my lighthouse and No matter how far I am from him In him shall I always take my fix. Like 'a vessel not under command" I sway, I heave, I yaw, I roll, I surge and pitch Yet I will never go aground Because I trust my Anchor He secures me firmly to his heart. He has my life's chart and He's the best passage planner. Though, I altered course But he knows my track and He knows My dest...
Pain of Love
#NirclePoetryCommunity #Poetry You're hurting me purposely I'm enduring excruciating pain silently. You spurn my messages, reject my calls To be my gal, that, I can't force. Tell me that the love we once shared is gone I will let you be and face my life alone. You made me do things I never wanted Taking liquors, barley that's malted. I have to heal, I have to be strong Standing tall is now my new song I have to accept all the apologies you never said To be whole again, I need such aid © I...
