Here Lies Papa
Here lies papa, the bravest warrior
Who turned the cats back to the ground.
Whose mighty sword slain thousand soldiers at a sight
And his presence calmed the snarling hyenas
Salute to the mountainous beast among humans
Salute to the king tree, the iroko.
He, who fought the wind in a physical combat with a fist,
Oh papa, enfolded by glories, demon, flapping fans of war.
He walked with the lions of the forest
And his eyeball sent fears into the elephant’s heart.
Wolves trembled at his sight, here lies his corpse unmoved
Now,
He has gone to meet his ancestors
His glories diminishing unnoticed;
And his honour with held.
Death threw his door wide open to receive him
That glories Eke morning.
His bony claws were outstretched to hook into his heart,
And plucked out his life.
His cavernous mouth was determined to drink his blood
To the last drop.
Freedom! Papa cried and fought but the hands were too strong.
Stronger than the winds
Later,
The ground protested for freedom from his grip
As he joined them.
They kept moving on razor edge to penetrate him
Mother earth wept for peace.
The worms hastened in
Alas! They all bleed the day to death.
Suddenly, the underworlds stared at the body
I understood their plight
Papa was stronger than them all.
Ogbuefi, my elegy burst in the name of isieke
Your ancestral home land.
The iroko has fallen.
The fallen iroko was once upon his glory
And men dared not look into his eyeball.
But here lies he, unmoved.
Feeble ants now laughed at him scornfully
Yes, we dreamt of conquering death.
So lives could live and grow sore not.
I remembered the lures of that ancient call.
Of what importance is life any way?
That man stumbled and struggled for evil.
Vanity, it is, vanity upon vanities.
But men understood not the call there of.
I will walk through the pains
Promising with all hopes
Not to turn down men of good will
For I pass this road but once.
To wait on this great green side
Till the coming dark clouds have cleared
Then, death be no more
And, father emerged in joyful smiles clothed in white
To welcome me home to dwell in his bosom with his Chi.
ALL RIGHT RERSEVED(JOHN CHIZOBA VINCENT) 2013
Copyright © John Chizoba Vincent | Year Posted 2014
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