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Chizor Welle
Thursday 26 February 2026

THE WHISTLE OF DEATH


Why…? Why, Death?
I see you coming to my door,
Silent, unseen, yet inevitable.
What strange and cruel thing you are,
Living free, yet taking freedom from us all.
You take our beloved,
Leaving only echoes of sorrow.
The young, the old, it matters not—
All fall beneath your shadowed hand.
The whistle of death blows,
And anyone who hears it
Is chosen to follow me.
I am all-knowing, all-seeing,
Master of the final journey.
I once was lost,
Caged in darkness, lonely and afraid.
Now I return,
To claim what belongs to me.
I will take your loved ones,
And watch from my chamber
As you weep and tremble.
Tears of sorrow will fall,
While I laugh—hahaha!
Fear not only me,
For I take without mercy or reason.
I judge not by age, nor strength, nor status,
Only by the call of my whistle.
Obey…
Obey the sound, for no one escapes.
The mighty, the fearless,
Even the chosen ones,
All must yield… to me.


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Chizor Welle
Thursday 26 February 2026

LOVE IS NOT FOR ME



‎Love is something everyone longs to find,
‎A treasure they search for with hopeful hearts.
‎But not me.
‎In love, I see pain.
‎I see hatred hiding behind soft words.
‎I see promises that slowly fall apart.
‎The pain in love
‎Feels louder than its sweetest moments.
‎The joy is brief—
‎But the wounds remain.
‎To me, love tastes bitter,
‎Like sweetness that fades too fast.
‎It feels like a burden
‎Too heavy for my fragile heart.
‎Love can hurt you.
‎It can disappoint you.
‎It can break you into pieces
‎You struggle to gather again.
‎Love can even turn you into someone
‎You never wanted to be.
‎So nothing can trick me
‎Into falling for this kind of love.
‎Not again.


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Chizor Welle
Thursday 26 February 2026

A WORLD FULL OF PAIN



Oh!
‎What a world full of pain—
‎A child is born through pain,
‎And enters a life
‎Where pain waits at the door.
‎From the first cry
‎To the silent tears at night,
‎We journey through storms
‎We never asked for.
‎What a world full of pain—
‎Where voices rise for help
‎Yet echoes are the only reply.
‎Where hearts break in silence
‎And smiles hide sorrow.
‎Is there a world without pain?
‎A place where tears do not fall,
‎Where fear has no shadow,
‎And wounds do not remain?
‎A world where love is louder than suffering,
‎Where hope outshines despair,
‎Where hands that reach for help
‎Are never left empty.
‎If such a world exists,
‎Let it begin in us.
‎Let kindness be the cure,
‎Let compassion be the light.
‎For though pain may shape our story,
‎It does not have to write the end.


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Chizor Welle
Thursday 26 February 2026

SWEET HS



Dear HS,
‎I finally understand the love I carry for You.
‎Without You, I am nothing—
‎no voice, no strength, no light.
‎I wandered in pride,
‎grieving You, ignoring You,
‎yet it was sheer foolishness—
‎for without You,
‎there is nothing I can achieve on this earth.
‎You lift me when I fall.
‎When my heart is heavy,
‎You are my comfort.
‎You are my Helper,
‎my Advantage,
‎my Senior Partner in every battle.
‎The love I have for You is unconditional—
‎not built on what You give,
‎but on who You are to me.
‎Sweet HS,
‎You are all that I have
‎and all I will ever need.
‎More than enough.
‎More than words can say.
‎Everything I do on this earth
‎will be in You,
‎for You,
‎and by You.
‎With You, I am never at a disadvantage.
‎With You, nothing is impossible.
‎I can touch the world,
‎shake the nations,
‎and burn with purpose—
‎because You are by my side.
‎Forever my strength.
‎Forever my guide.


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Chizor Welle
Thursday 26 February 2026

THE CRY OF THE INNOCENT



‎In the silence of the night,
‎When the world pretends to sleep,
‎A fragile voice breaks the dark—
‎A cry, soft… yet deep.
‎Not a cry of anger,
‎Not a shout for war,
‎But a trembling whisper asking,
‎“What am I suffering for?”
‎Tiny hands raised to heaven,
‎Eyes too young to know despair,
‎Born into a storm of chaos,
‎Breathing pain instead of air.
‎The streets echo with footsteps,
‎But none will stop to hear
‎The child whose tears fall quietly,
‎Invisible in fear.
‎Promises broken like glass,
‎Dreams scattered on the floor,
‎Hope fading like a candle
‎Behind a locked door.
‎The innocent do not ask for riches,
‎Nor crowns of shining gold,
‎They ask for love and shelter,
‎For warmth against the cold.
‎Yet the world keeps turning faster,
‎Too busy, too blind to see
‎That every unheard cry
‎Is a wound on humanity.
‎Who will rise to listen?
‎Who will dare to care?
‎Who will stand for justice
‎And answer that silent prayer?
‎For every cry ignored today
‎Becomes tomorrow’s pain,
‎And the tears of the innocent
‎Will not fall in vain.
‎One day the echoes will thunder,
‎Louder than any voice,
‎And the world that chose indifference
‎Will regret that choice.
‎Until then the heavens witness
‎Every tear that falls—
‎The cry of the innocent
‎Still breaks through silent walls.


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Chizor Welle
Thursday 26 February 2026

HOME SWEET HOME



Home sweet home,
‎Not just walls of brick and stone,
‎Not just a roof against the rain,
‎But a shelter from the world’s sharp pain.
‎Home sweet home,
‎Where tired feet finally rest,
‎Where heavy hearts are gently held,
‎And broken spirits feel blessed.
‎It is the laughter in the kitchen,
‎The quiet whispers in the night,
‎The scent of food, the sound of prayer,
‎A small lamp glowing warm and bright.
‎Home is mother’s soothing voice,
‎Father’s strength so calm and deep,
‎It is the place where dreams are born
‎And secrets safely sleep.
‎Outside, the world may roar and rage,
‎With storms we cannot control,
‎But home is peace within the storm,
‎A harbor for the soul.
‎Home sweet home,
‎Where love is simple, pure, and free—
‎No matter how far my feet may roam,
‎Home will always welcome


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Chizor Welle
Thursday 26 February 2026

GREEN FIELD

GREEN FIELD 


The green field stretches wide and free,

‎A quiet world beneath the tree.

‎Soft winds whisper through the air,

‎Carrying secrets everywhere.

‎The grasses dance in gentle sway,

‎As golden sunbeams light the day.

‎Wildflowers bloom in colors bright,

‎Painting earth with pure delight.

‎Birds sing songs of hope and peace,

‎Their melodies never cease.

‎Butterflies drift, light and mild,

‎Nature’s art so soft and wild.

‎In the green field, I find my rest,

‎A silent place where hearts are blessed.

‎No noise, no fear, no heavy shield—

‎Just calm within the green field.

‎Here my worries fade away,

‎Like evening shadows at the end of day.

‎And in that peace, my soul can yield

‎To hope reborn in the green field 



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Chizor Welle
Thursday 26 February 2026

MOTHERHOOD

MOTHERHOOD 

Motherhood is a silent sacrifice,
‎A love that breathes before a child cries.
‎It is the heartbeat beneath another heart,
‎A bond that begins before life can start.
‎It is carrying dreams in a fragile womb,
‎Singing hope in a quiet room.
‎Feeling pain yet smiling wide,
‎Holding fear but choosing pride.
‎Motherhood is sleepless nights,
‎Soft lullabies and whispered prayers.
‎It is tired hands and gentle eyes,
‎And strength no one compares.
‎It is teaching tiny feet to stand,
‎Guiding them with a careful hand.
‎Letting go when the time is right,
‎Yet watching over them every night.
‎Motherhood is love without measure,
‎A priceless gift, a living treasure.
‎Through storms, through tears, through all odds,
‎A mother reflects the mercy of God.
‎Motherhood is not just birth alone,
‎It is planting seeds that have been sown.
‎It is patience, courage, grace—
‎A forever home in one embrace.


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Chizor Welle
Thursday 26 February 2026

THE MATCHES BOX

THE MATCHES BOX 
‎What is this place?
‎So dark,
‎Like a narrow room
‎Made of beautiful wood,
‎Carved into a tiny box —
‎So small,
‎Six feet long,
‎Decorated on the outside
‎But bare within.
‎It smells like rat poison.
‎Is this a cube?
‎Am I locked up
‎In a dungeon?
‎So silent and still.
‎So lonely in here.
‎I long to see life again.
‎Oh, maybe I am trapped
‎In a new dark dream —
‎Yet I see only myself
‎Inside this shadow.


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Chizor Welle
Thursday 26 February 2026

IN SEARCH OF FREEDOM

IN SEARCH OF FREEDOM 

Hmmm...

‎Freedom? I was in search of love 

‎And I saw a broken soul

‎In search of joy and I found sadness 

‎Does freedom really exist?

‎On my way to search for freedom,

‎I found nothing but a wounded heart

‎And a shattered soul

‎Oh ye freedom, where are thou?

‎But I heard a voice calling in my head 

‎Saying,"without wisdom there's no freedom"

‎I was an escapist,

‎Giving up instead of taking a bold step 

‎And then I started my journey for wisdom 

‎I passed through the winter snow 

‎That clung around my legs 

‎With the cold setting deep in my bone

‎Embarking on a journey like this,

‎I walked through the rainy season 

‎And it felt like though it would sweep me

‎Off the face of the earth 

‎Then came the dry season,

‎Bringing pain and scorching heat

‎Yet this journey was not my will

‎And I saw green field filled with animals 

‎A sign that life still bloom after suffering 

‎At last I understand: 

‎Freedom is not found in running away 

‎But in growing through seasons of life 

‎For wisdom is the key 

‎And courage is the door



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