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OZOBULU VIKINGS TO ABYSS | John Kelechi Uzoma

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OZOBULU VIKINGS TO ABYSS.
Oh souls enduring pains of the dead,
  your heart suffers injury and pain,
To you all, sages write... Weep no more,
  for paradise shall console you...

 To the messengers of tragedy and anarchy,
  writers write you all as enemies to charity,
Prophets curse you all to hell-fire...
  for there; lay your eternal satire.

Because of your deadly guilt and sins
  some souls salivate revenge and war,
As your pain wear you all with no cure
  so hot and hurt shall steam your skins


 All enemies of the nation will go into exile,
  all who kill innocent shall be killed by the spirit;
As soon, peace will sail about our walls,
  and fortunes will brand our outfits.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR


JOHN KELECHI UZOMA fondly called Kelly Juuz is the founder of Nigerian Elites World(since 2012) on Facebook, for all literary activities and promotions. He has written a lot of poems, stories(published and unpublished), motivational and inspirational articles,  published on several websites and blogs around the world. He houses more  academical awards, talent titles, such as; secondary school teacher, a radio broadcaster, et cetera. He is a salient prolific author in the literary world and beyond. He is a comic actor. hails from AMANGWU village in Nkwerre Local Government area of IMO state, Nigeria.
An undergraduate bsc student of Mass Communication At National Open University Of Nigeria, Lagos.
You can reach him through Johnuchennauzoma@yahoo.com


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