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Ameh Comrade Godwin Poem
Now!
I can hear the voice of tomorrow, today
Before the scent of this niggard dawn
Yesterday,
Daughter of silence,
Today
Mother of inevitable race
Tomorrow
Our hope
Yes, tomorrow,
Father of unseen yesterday too
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The thunderous thunder
Came thundering in a turmoiled town
Timing my timeless time,
June, you played a fowl gain
You can’t spare us even for once
That we may eat the fruit of our labour
Who’s next?
That we may celebrate tears
…Festival of tears
Nay, leak our rotten fingers
After eating the Idenyi Ai-iko meat
Udaburu Ogo Ukpoji
Falling fellow lonely
Your face tattered, like a pampered baby
Swollen like a bread soaked in water
Infected with sickle cell
Your broods are no more
Behold the grave poking tongue at you
Your are now an lopped tree
Behind a shroud of secrecy
Don’t count us out
For we are all victims of the grave
‘Cos to our maker we shall go
To give the account of our talents
–Grave, my son
–Linen, my daughter
–Casket, my eternal cradle
I owe thee a poesy accolade
For devouring my lungs asunder
Now the gods are silent
And the night is close by
Who knows-
Who’s next?
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Father, grandfather, great-grandfather
I’ve heard your cry
Far from the dungeon
Inviting me to the tearless
Where my plights would be addressed
But you know father,
I can’t come now!
I’m just a mundane street roamer
Roaming aimlessly
On this desolate street of Ai-Igado
In quest of my lost turtle dove
To forfeit to Ichekpa
Which you left unappeased
I can’t lodge in a shattered home
So says the Akpandede*
*Akpandede is swift (a bird) in Idoma language in Nigeria
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Who am I?
A clergy once asked
Are you a drunken prophet?
Who is careless about every aspect of life?
No, you ain't
He doubted
?A forest gonzo who like to sing and dance to no rhythm?
It cant be, he replied soliloquiesly
Now tell, who are you?, he uttered
Then i said,
I am the summer leave
Fathered by wall gecko
In the midst of the 'wise fools'
Singing strange songs of the Syrians soldiers, I arrived
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And the rain of terror shall churn out
Of the deepest part of earth
Accompanied with terrible roar
Spreading a universal famine
On this desolate street of Enwuncho
Awaiting the coming kingdom
And the old serpent shall emerge from Eden
Swindling his cliques
Dissipating their time
Filling the world with
Painful pleasure
A decade of horrendous pains
…And when all these is fulfilled
Earth will be no more
The flying eagle
Shall dispatch the vials of odour
Conquering to conquer
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For how long
Will the remains
Worship the beast of many eyes?
On the throne of jasper and sardine
With a golden jagged rapier of vengeance
Inflicting the earth with endless pestilences
Tthe merchant harlot of the earth
Shall perish with the queen of Babylon
And even the scarlet women too
For daring the blood of saints and the prophets
And the silent earth
Shall sing the strange song of the Syrian’s soldiers
Wreaked with chronic yaws
To this
The mentor of the universe
Shall pour out the vials of wrath
Setting the blind beasts on errand
In search of blood
Surely the revelation shall fulfilled
When the slumbering saints shall rise
While the unjust shall savour the flames of hell
For thy kingdom is come
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My earth, my mother!
You wrapped your self
In the vesture of selfless eyes
I dub you it divine,
In your comity letter
To the green mountains
And scars in the mug of the ocean
I heard your voice
Far from my mother’s womb
In the splendid beauty of your hearth
The grasses grow
To uphold it
They disguised you
From your creator’s face
At their first plump in Eden
My earth, my mother!
They tempted you like a rhino
Your bald pate,
…Mélange of green hazels
Our groceries,
You spewed on us
A zephyr of honor;
You marched, a colossal
Bearing both bodies in arms
The good, the bad, the ugly;
My earth, my mother!
Your red card
Dethroned the Old Nick
He lopped your efforts
And called it a mad man’s snack
On your beauty he bestowed
An utter disdain,
My earth, my mother
At the heavens’ tears
You heaves out you green talents;
A shade upon our noggins
I am clear in your mind,
You silent voice
Shall make man melt away
As they prepared me
To live in a painful pleasure
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As the nature dances to the tune of fate
Thus, demise visits us passionately
Perhaps the road was taken
Albeit, it was stolen
My driver, conductor, the road masters
Why did death control your unseen foot?
Powering your gear beyond limit?
Punctuated by a bleak nimbus
Exposing your pregnant skulls
To august rain-
… Juntas and unknown chaps?
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