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FAKE

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Dull ache

Mistake

Deep fake

Heartbreak.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

TIEFE GEHT VERLOREN

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Grüne Felder und uralte Bäume sind
Nicht mehr schön genug -
KI kann das alles besser abbilden.
Wer braucht denn noch die echte Natur?

Floskeln reichen. Sprüche und Clichés.
Mit Bildbearbeitungsprogrammen
Ist jeder Mann, jede Frau, wunderschön.
Wer braucht denn noch die wahre Schönheit?

Eitelkeit lohnt sich.
Wird mit Millionen leeren Komplimenten belohnt.
Immerhin Millionen. Besser sein als andere
Macht uns alle schlimmer als alles andere.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Im Jahrzehnt der Deutschen Dichtung

WENN KEINER ZUSCHAUT

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Du bist jemandem sein Cliché
Und bist jemandem seine Lüge
Du bist jemandem sein Traum
Illusionen gibt es genüge

Wer bist Du, wenn keiner zuschaut
Wenn Du alleine bist?
Wenn der Sarg zugemacht wird
Nach abgelaufener Frist?

Wer bist Du, wenn Du Macht hast
Zu vertuschen, was Du tust?
Wer bist Du, wenn Du nichts hast
Und überleben musst?

Alles, was alle glauben
Ist doch bedeutungslos
Allein zählt, ob du innerlich
Klein bist oder wahrlich groß.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije

REAL PAINS ARE REAL JOYS

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Caught in the middle of two worlds
Am I their divider or their uniter
Or lost in the middle?

Torn in the tangle of many loves
Am I their comfort or their hurt
Or they mine?

Rooted at the crossroads of four callings
Am I interpreting it wrong or right
Or just a tool?

Laws confuse me. Love comforts me.
Lord, don’t make me a preacher
Just make me genuine

No matter the pain
I don’t want to be fake
I just don’t want to be fake.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

FAKE DOORS

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If you’re a wall
Don’t pretend to be a door
Or promise me a window
Stand tall to your word
So I can lean on you

When I’m feeling trapped
Gasping for air, seeking light
Don’t let me come running to you
Thinking you will open

I will hate you forever
But, more than that,
My trust will grow wings and fly away.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

TRAVELLER BEWARE

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Wary of thirst
Wary of wandering
Weary, I wet my cup
In a wellspring I met
By the wayside

And when I put my lip
To its wet lip, the cup shivered
For bitter was the bile
That rose up from the well
And choked its heart

Traveller, it sang, in a voice
That wavered in the distance
Guard your thirst –
For not every bird that sings
Sings of dawn.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

MIRAGES

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So they faced me
If I was half a man, I would face them back
Good thing I was full man, not half
Or I would have fallen for the illusion
That you have to fight to be a man

So they turned away
If I had a little sense, I would beg for mercy
Good thing I had much sense, not a little
Or I would have fallen for the delusion
That you have to join the crowd to have a face

So they attacked the strangers
If I loved my kind, I would join in the attack
Good thing I loved humankind, not just my kind
Or I would have fallen for the mirage
That you have to hate strangers to love your own

The world is full of cynics
Who on earth still believes anything good?
Raise your hand in the air
And wave it like you just don’t care
If you really don’t care

There are many ways to fall asleep
Many ways to hide away
Many ways to deceive yourself into believing
Your mask is better than your face
Is better than yourself.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.