Echoes From Niyi Osundare's Voice
The world is an egg waiting to be broken
Nothing bad should worth of a humble tears
Not even the pangs of loneliness as icy ball
Nor the fangs of self-pity as winter bears-
The tyrant was ask when he will end his torture
He told us that it is when the snake stand tall.
A dialogue of the drum we heard faraway,
It sounded not in the season of our songs,
With our head sleeping at five and twenty
and killing without a sword in a chicken story.
In the month of the falling leaves, they promised,
The pillar is fallen and the stars sob thirstily
But we see not one of their promises fulfilled.
To a passing year, we cradle in a cradling hands,
A disappointing voices welcome us home.
Who knows the rhythm of the season of a
Traditional conversationalist in Nkporoland?
Whose throat is honey to the ear like politicians?
Who savours the aroma of flavour of words if not those whose tongue are coated with sugar?
The day has woken from the night of sleep
And we've not seen our entitlement of the land!
Some even wear courage like a shield to fight
But their hands broken at the beginning.
He who has not seen the sea roars in the dark,
Let him go to sleep without his eyes closed.
When we shall start singing of lost and faults
Nigeria shall be our chorus to render to the world.
We've seen pain! We've seen pain and pains
Know us by the name given to us by our mothers.
You singer of royal songs, forget not we're brothers!
We will not only give legs to our coiling words,
we will also give them power to kill and destroy,
You have ended up poking your crooked finger
Into the hive of our mouth and we shall forget
Our words in your ears to tell you that your
Father never know how to uproot yam till he died.
We shall soon cook for you the food you can't finish.
Remember, we once shared the meatless meal here,
We passed from palm to palm our ego and dreams,
Why treat us thou after you climb the chair?
The sun has disappeared behind the tree of another
Year, yet, we've not seen the dust of your shirt!
You singer of royal songs, forget not we are brothers!
Remember, we once shared the meatless meal here.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016
Copyright © John Chizoba Vincent | Year Posted 2016
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