WINTER AMIDST SUMMER: MY TRAUMATIZED SOUL--(POEM)
17/11/2017
What else can I say?
How else can I say?
Where else can I say it?
Which other words can describe it?
My trauma in a summary.
It's a pneumonia in the oven-
A combined match of wind and thunder-
Feelings of a lonely bird in the desert;
The cry of a depressed child.
The forest grasses have dried up,
The tree branches have shrivelled,
The roots are fading away,
The animals have no where to shield anymore;
The sun now shines inside the calves,
The vampires now amidst preys,
The streams and rivers are polluted,
The water creatures-
All extinguishing for poison.
The chick's mother is no more
No one to signal the chicks of dangers;
The chicks moves at random
Embracing the Hawks as a mother:
But Alas! The Hawks now have cause for a feast .
The mighty is no more,
The commander is yet to be found,
The voice- on the muffler,
The righteous gone missing,
Whilst the restructuring echoes- Now on the vanishing venture.
The strong is made weak,
The mighty is in danger,
The iroko is being pushed to fall
Women preparing to launch a climb.
Afara Ukwu Ibekwu is traumatized,
In the winter amidst summer-
The tourist attraction in the Niger
The pilgrim land of all
The home land of the prophet
The kingdom of Eze I.O Kanu
The palace of Omeudo 1 of Afara Ukwu
Oh no!
It Has been polluted and isolated
Still traumatized how it all happened,
Still chilled by the winter,
How the prophet's voice is vanished
Still can't comprehend-
The sudden disappearance of the mighty.
How faded is my soul,
How eager I waited to visit the mighty;
How short have they shortened my joy;
How dark has become my day.
Who will speak for the poor?
Who will be bold to condemn the injustice?
Who will confront the tyranny ?
Who will restore hope to the hopeless?
On whom shall we look unto?
Unpredicted history is made-
The invasion of the great home of Kanu,
Oh! How lifeless bodies lay waste:
Put to massacre without remorse
Oh!
The coming of Satan
And the fulfillment of his mission;
To steal, kill and to destroy;
To turn Joy into sorrow,
To create agonies amidst celebration,
To cut a bright destiny short,
To blind the hope of the future.
Oh!
The great man is missing
The voice is muffled
Show me where the hero is kept
And I will show you millions- Ready to troop out in visit;
Show me his grave
And I will show you the honor he merits
Where is Nnamdi Kanu?
Where is the educationist?
Where is the revolutionist?
Where is the nightmare of the evil kingdom?
Where is the anxiety of the nation?
Where is the Prince of the land?
Anguished soul looking for rest;
In the graveyard lies my pillow-
Like a lonely bird on the tree top,
Like a hope in the desert,
So have i become-
In the absence of my living legend.
Written By Paul Emerenini,
For Family Writers Press.
BOYCOTT ANAMBRA STATE GOVERNORSHIP GUBERNATORIAL ON 18TH NOVEMBER 2017
SIT AT HOME AND ENJOY YOUR OFE-NSALA DAY
HAPPY OFE-NSALA DAY FESTIVAL IN ADVANCE
Edited By Paul Ihechi Alagba
17/11/2017
What else can I say?
How else can I say?
Where else can I say it?
Which other words can describe it?
My trauma in a summary.
It's a pneumonia in the oven-
A combined match of wind and thunder-
Feelings of a lonely bird in the desert;
The cry of a depressed child.
The forest grasses have dried up,
The tree branches have shrivelled,
The roots are fading away,
The animals have no where to shield anymore;
The sun now shines inside the calves,
The vampires now amidst preys,
The streams and rivers are polluted,
The water creatures-
All extinguishing for poison.
The chick's mother is no more
No one to signal the chicks of dangers;
The chicks moves at random
Embracing the Hawks as a mother:
But Alas! The Hawks now have cause for a feast .
The mighty is no more,
The commander is yet to be found,
The voice- on the muffler,
The righteous gone missing,
Whilst the restructuring echoes- Now on the vanishing venture.
The strong is made weak,
The mighty is in danger,
The iroko is being pushed to fall
Women preparing to launch a climb.
Afara Ukwu Ibekwu is traumatized,
In the winter amidst summer-
The tourist attraction in the Niger
The pilgrim land of all
The home land of the prophet
The kingdom of Eze I.O Kanu
The palace of Omeudo 1 of Afara Ukwu
Oh no!
It Has been polluted and isolated
Still traumatized how it all happened,
Still chilled by the winter,
How the prophet's voice is vanished
Still can't comprehend-
The sudden disappearance of the mighty.
How faded is my soul,
How eager I waited to visit the mighty;
How short have they shortened my joy;
How dark has become my day.
Who will speak for the poor?
Who will be bold to condemn the injustice?
Who will confront the tyranny ?
Who will restore hope to the hopeless?
On whom shall we look unto?
Unpredicted history is made-
The invasion of the great home of Kanu,
Oh! How lifeless bodies lay waste:
Put to massacre without remorse
Oh!
The coming of Satan
And the fulfillment of his mission;
To steal, kill and to destroy;
To turn Joy into sorrow,
To create agonies amidst celebration,
To cut a bright destiny short,
To blind the hope of the future.
Oh!
The great man is missing
The voice is muffled
Show me where the hero is kept
And I will show you millions- Ready to troop out in visit;
Show me his grave
And I will show you the honor he merits
Where is Nnamdi Kanu?
Where is the educationist?
Where is the revolutionist?
Where is the nightmare of the evil kingdom?
Where is the anxiety of the nation?
Where is the Prince of the land?
Anguished soul looking for rest;
In the graveyard lies my pillow-
Like a lonely bird on the tree top,
Like a hope in the desert,
So have i become-
In the absence of my living legend.
Written By Paul Emerenini,
For Family Writers Press.
BOYCOTT ANAMBRA STATE GOVERNORSHIP GUBERNATORIAL ON 18TH NOVEMBER 2017
SIT AT HOME AND ENJOY YOUR OFE-NSALA DAY
HAPPY OFE-NSALA DAY FESTIVAL IN ADVANCE
Edited By Paul Ihechi Alagba
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