Dear God
I got too many questions
And I need answers
I hope you could see
The painful messages
In my heart written in chapters?
I hope you could see
The black blood running through my veins
Eating me up like cancer?
We cried to you all days, yet God no answer.
Even as I do my mundane devotion
I can count my ardent spirit
A frail vas
Eroding away my golden tincture.
It’s more than painful that my faith fail uncounted times,
Aha, my dear God can you turn
My bloody sky to Carmine?
Dear God
I hope you could see the stream of tears that flows in our heart
I guess you could hear our mourns when our mouths are wide opened in cries.
I thought you said no more tribulations for you have paid the price
But why do many die on sick bed when we are healed by your stripes?
Why do many Young stars depart young
When for our sake on the cross you died?
Yet your priests come saying
To you all these questions we shouldn’t ask
You said you feed the birds of the air, but many die of hunger
Something much just expressing my ill feelings, my blood boils in anger.
Could it be your blood shaded on the cross is now In vain
No, this pain is unbearable
Where we plantigrade along
The land of sorrow alone
When will this be over
When shall we see the light of life
When shall we embrace serenity
Oh! Dear God hear our whiff.
MY ROOT
Lay me down to sleep
Maybe I could wake up
From this mystery
Take me back home
Maybe I could trace back my history
Like an helpless kid
Abandoned in the street
With no trace nor Identity.
Memories, memories
Are all that keep me connected
With the gods
Got a lot of questions
To ask my fore fathers the gods
Whom they say are wise
Am I still nwa afo the offspring
Of okeke, okorie, okafor and okokwo?
Or like an outcast was I sold out
To strangers in eke, orie, afor and nkwo?
Where went my kola,
My own schnapps
My communication with my chi
Oh my symbol of unity, dignity and authority?
They took away my own isi agu,
My olandis, my own ogodo
In exchange of their crazy versachi
And gucci
They said my gods are nor wise
But crazy.
Gone are those days
When the great one dance surugede
The dance of the gods
And the wise speaks in parables
Like he who speaks in tongues,
An inspiration that flows from the gods
Gone are those days
When beautiful maidens
Chidimma and mgeso
Dance in a feast of beauty contest
Flapping their back sides, and getting all men mentally intoxicated with their curves and back sides at just one sight
Oh they portray the beauty of our home land.
Gone are those days
When we assemble together
As young descendants of the gods
Under the pkapkando that brightens the night
With the olds who tell folk stories.
Let the drum sound
And let the song change
It’s time to dance surugede the dance of the gods and egwu eke Python dance
We have got take back our home land
Summon ijele, the brave ikenga and the rest of the men
Let’s take back our own pride
Let the trees wave and let the forest speak
In anticipation of war
Let the birds assemble
Blowing the painful whistle
In celebration of a black feast.
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