Clashes of Religion and Culture

From the onset you become The supernatural puppeteer behind power The chieftain of the tycoons The moral and immoral nous The sheepherder of the multiverse Why tenuring freudalism and captivity? Thy sheep in topsided race Like asymmetric scale Yesterday celebrates your uniqueness Before acculturation and elitism Why conflict clashes at odds The ettin the pygmies at war Why war at ourselves? Choice has been denied Aren't our warfare the law of God and mature? Why violating them? You feign thyself We closed our eyes with the land We opened with unlawful laws and not the land In discombobulation We combat with fate Who'll unchain us in this chain and shackle? An immortal or mortal? But it's the work of our hands Who'll see the end of this war? And tell the stories When "truth lies on a dying lips" No wonder he said, "Things has fallen apart" Which road is right? The night hurries in anger Why prove me wrong my brother right? Enmities as love Operating in ugly polychrome We hear in our dreams Clamorous clashes of cultures The mournful mutters of religion rattling Causing great tension and fear Assassination as norm In the name of belief Hatred among birds of a feather Though, I know "Nature does nothing in vain" Why shadowing thy name? Resonating enharmonic melodies While the unheard melodies are sweeter Wrong as right , right as wrong Conflicting in contract Right as right, wrong as wrong Idolising the sun, moon, trees and the sea Where's thy maker? We war that we have peace Now the engine room has fallen Where's our culture? One thing I know Truth, the mirror is to eternity Its high time we awoke Never allow our works to slay us The cry of your victims Can never die in our memories From generation to generation They're remembered Our forebears turned at us in deaf ears The hooting owl flits the earth The drum beats unrhythmically To the sorrowful tone of the earth The unhappy sun hikes rapidly The cloud thunders in tears Winds sighing and winding in anticlockwise As thunder rumbles to threaten the earth Oh! What a calamitous end Who'll tell? The master at the closet (BY OPURUM PRECIOUS (Odiboy) A poet, writer and critic .Nigeria) All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without the permission of the author.