Chukwu Maxwell
Maxwell Chukwu is a writer and storyteller who sees how the creations of yesterday intermarry the emotions of today to define or defile tomorrow. He has seen that man, humanity, has deviated from the designs of divinity. He has a glorious encounter with spiritual initiators and had deep spiritual enlightenment needed to face the chaotic melancholy of the first few decades into the 21st century. Maxwell Chukwu holds a degree in computer science.
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THIS COLONIAL INSTINCT
In sober reflection The mind is cast upon Atrocities of the past; Colonial conquest spilled A purulent slush, Tụ̀fíàkwà! Awestruck, Africans stood still. In the entire twentieth century Racism and religionism prowled, Unabated, subjugation is cast On the African effigy of divinity , Lowly indoctrination downsized The reality of the African Deity. Sing the lullaby to hypnotize These siblings to slumber; Rise, render the line of love, Fire of renaissance sails aloft To mend the tragic mo...
ON THE RAINY DAYS
Rainy days, rainy days: The wise goes to work To win the woes Weaved and worn On the rainy days. Raise your rays When the rein of rain Rattles and ruffles To scuffle and scatter The hay you hew. The righteousness of your rite Will rise to reign To raise a rainbow, Which conveys a covenant So sun shall shine.
CARE-FREE HEDONISM
Solace in unsavory feeble emotions, So the doomed has found: A rush for the slush, the vanity, When is the conscience cleansed? Savoir-faire cast to the flames, Then decent imagination dies. From pillar to post to pillage, The human evo goes goofy-- Pah! see insanity installed: Where fantasy flames the mind's eye, The truth is glaringly tarnished. Loose life leads to a loss; The man, the mind, is doomed to death.
THE WORST TERRORISM
When Technology, Education, Religion, Relationship, and Authority (TERRA) are abused, they become the worst terrorism .
SING, NIGHTINGALE SING
Sing, sweet song Let it sound divine, Nightingale sing. Sing for peace And for love ; Great tunes Make the mind Sweet memories. Night and day Let the song go on; You are heard, Piper of sweet waves: In the corner Someone's in love Listening to you Sing of nature. The preacher Carries the big book And talks inconsistency So, veers off the truth. But today you sing As tomorrow and forever The same tune as ever: Consistency you tell tales.
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