The Sun

By Izunna Okafor Oh ye the sun Why have you been stubborn like son Consistent in gazing at ground Endlessly waxing around the town The ground is as though as husk But you never consider the gross of dust. Why have you always unleashed your anger Treating your people as though we are stranger Have you forgotten your mandate to the man on earth To the extent of being a straw to uproar his thirst Oh the sun when will you dismount from us Thy wicked eyes of drought and blocks Thy hotness of thy eye is severe to man And the warmness of thy time has defied the land You cool a hand with liquor But beat a man to stupor Your good works are never rejected But your hook ones are ever dejected You dread not the men And you fear not the rain Punching out the rays to the cloud And mulching out the blaze to the crowd A pregnant woman you spare not Not even a new baby you spare wrath. You make a giant a lazy man And rename a Goliath a baby man Oh the sun when shall ye retreat And remove thy bricks along the street The calves of men are now like blades Crushing the earth as ruin abrades. Our body is now at stake Just as our colour is now mistake Your dryness is never to quench the quake But to bring the earth to thirst and quake Oh thy sun I beseech thee to leave the earth alone Your mandate to man is to bring the earth to growth And not to bring the earth a groan. Thus we appeal thee the sun Dismount thy host from men and go. About The Poet: Izunna Okafor is an award-wining creative Young Nigerian Novelist, Poet, Essayist, Journalist, Editor, Translator, Publicist, Igbo Language Activist and an Administrator who hails from Ebenator in Nnewi South L.G.A of Anambra State Nigeria. He writes in English and Igbo languages, and has published enormously in both, nationally and internationally. Izunna has received over 25 awards, and has over 800 articles published online.