I Choose To Dance In Your Tune

Onwa: If there are wings that would bring you down Tell the bleeding dusty earth that watches me I choose to dance to your tune, a rhythm of hate Caved from the poetry of a scarlet Poe-tree, Bottled in the prime heart of lonely princess. Anyanwu: If the Eagles still face you eyeball to eyeball If you still torment the earth to a fight of lost With a sagging song sung through the nose Let it be known to you that I choose to dance; Dance alone to your tune, a rhythm of sorrow. Ikuku: If you still toast dreams here and there, Happily in a lustful loveless zoomed mouth If you still breath venom like an old serpent Caressing the sky of a honeyed young agony Know it that I still dance to your tune of pain. Ugwu: If queens still come to you for fertility If the herbalist still worship you for Herbs Let my journey over the snoring sea be told That I choose to dance again to your beat; A heartbeat that govern many treachery of hurts. Onwa: Moon Anyanwu: sun Ikuku: Wind Ugwu: mountain. (C) John Chizoba Vincent Voice Of Vincent 2016