The Hope of a Faceless world
In a world where uncertainty rules the day,
A man unique and blessed once dwelled.
In a faceless country, with a faceless future,
Full of faceless people with faceless ambitions,
He was made to rule.
Weak, incompetent and corrupt, he was called.
Yet a hero he was.
For years had I known him
Yet once did I meet him
A gentle man
A great intellectual
Retentive and Smart
For him I gave my all
And prayed passionately that my all would do
But there they were
Wolves in sheep clothings
They struck again and again
Ruining all my efforts
Threats flew like mosquitoes
Deceit became the order of the day
Propaganda was like food
Faceless people hid the truth
Greed took over FRIENDS
And then thunder struck
All to limelight they came
‘Had I known’ graced all signposts
Yet in all these, I still seeked to find his face
My all will I still give
For like the Jews
They have given up Christ for Barnabas
Their seeds they shall reap
In less than 365 days on this faceless earth
Oh Dear King!
Be thou never broken
For Your part you played
And lives you did save.
Barnabas would never have done your deeds
Neither would your disciples have
Be thou merry
For the hour for freedom has come.
You broke the curse
You exalted the throne
And missed you will be
In less than 365 days with Barnabas
For a man who betrays
Betrayal doth wait
In less than 365 days on faceless earth
No man in 100 years
Nor would be half missed
As the King of a Faceless World
So says history.
Copyright © CHIOMA ONYEKABA | Year Posted 2015
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