o my chi 
They Igbo’s adores you with beautiful praise 
Your beauty and dedication to the host you accompany on earth is commendable 
They say whoever is in agreement with his chi never lacks 
So it is safe to say that you have turn a blind eye to this host 
They speak of you as a deity ready to kill in favor of your host 
And yet to this host you keep mute 
They say feed your chi and watch as it fights your battle 
But to this host you battle 
How can my chi see a knife drawn to my heart and keep mute 
How can my cry of pain and sorrow turn music to your ear
Why ignore and turn my heart numb 
Why hurt me 
What do I do to please you 
How do I reach  you for you to explain your silence to me 
You taunt me, you hurt me, ignore me and turned my stay on earth a mockery 
Why do this to me 
If you will not fight for me and give me peace
What then is the need to live 
To my chi 
A deity whose dance I tried but broke my neck

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