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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I write in perfect silent keeping the rain From touching the ground Return home brother to fill the vacuum Left in my hands which am not worthy to fill The sand thirst to feel your presence The stream we once swam missed you They rumbled at me my last visit I supposed they were asking of you. desperate men with no fear now walk pass Our native compound with wagging mouth And accusation fingers pointing directly at us They were silent men when papa was alive Return home, lets feast together the sorrow Papa left behind for i alone can't behold the raging lions Papa is died, he fell from the palm tree at the backyard, when mother heard about that She collapsed. the palm trees we both planted at the back Of the kitchen had been down by the clan the mound hut we built was brought down by a mighty wind some days ago In fact the rain rendered them homeless not hopeless UChechi died of ebola virus, during her traditional rites the percel of land that papa showed us years back Wa now in Uncle Ude's care and mother his property He claimed it at papa's funeral rites The moon shine no more in the community After the chief priest violated the law He raped Omalicha daughter of OGbazua to Coma We saw our forefathers in the land, they came angrily The gods also visited in human form, rolling and Crawling towards Njaba market in the northern part thanks to your Chi you escaped the wrath Of the gods while in prison I wish i was in your shoes but your shoes I was afraid of then is better than mine now Come home brother, for Isioma they claimed you killed Had resurrected in his father's farmland. i think he came home smiling after some months you were convicted i would be waiting by the door side mother had cleaned your bedroom and parlor she wait day and night at the door post come home brother let us at sound the war drum together for fight to finish
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