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Here I Was

Here I was when you were born

With tears in her heart, she bore you.

And now you became the black sheep, 

The rotten egg hard to crack.

 

You made pains in her heart

Accusation fingers dare point on her face

Blotch in her heart becomes visible in the dark night.

And her smile became disgusting

When it rains she found it hard to hide.

 

I was here when you smuggled into the house

Smelt the footsteps and the dark night howled

 Next was crying of innocent blood

Sprawling on the bare floor, in the room beneath

And the money gone, gone with the wind.

 

I was here when the executors came

I saw when you smuggled out.

Their bright snow light couldn’t fetch you

Up you run, faster than the cheetah.

But you forgot that unknown eyes were on you.

 

Men trembled in fears at the sight of you.

Lord of the night, heartless, you are.

Rendering most people fatherless at the breath of anger

A lot you pushed into poverty smiling

Reaping where you didn’t sow

Remember the falconer cometh soon

And the universe has it judgment

Power lies not in the bullet jammed in the barrel of the gun you hold.

 

I remembered her advice to you

She warned you against crime

But the ears was too hard to heard

Because it taste to be perished.

 

Your maker seek your soul

But it was too far to heed

I, your creator cry loud sorrowfully

How be it that the falcon disobey the falconer.

 

Now is the time

The deed is done

You were caught by the law

And all the quarters you tormented by a sign of relief

Soon you would be among the weepers

Down there in the pit of hell, .

(JOHN CHIZOBA VINCENT)

Copyright © John Chizoba Vincent | Year Posted 2014

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