Monday, December 25, 2006
*This is a poem written as a reaction to the death of the Lagos state Governorship aspirant, Engineer Funsho Williams, who was brutally murdered in his bedroom. When will Nigerians and Africans at large, learn to practise politics without bitterness?
What gloom haunts the air?
what frail mortal limbs lay?
once brimming with life so bright
now, whisked off in the cruel winds
and served in a casket on earth's table
for famished worms to feast on
as the sun mourns in deep melancholy
What beastly creature art thou
that prowls man's earthly habitation?
disguised as a familiar friend?
your morbid ambition, executed with a smile,
you cease the bread of starving lads!
O murderer! where lies your gains,
for those hearts you feed with pains?
homes, you plunge to sorrow
and flood with fiery fury
burning in their once timid heart
For this destiny you abort too soon,
awaits you on the other side!
for know this O murderer,
that man is the grave's meat!
Heaven must have you favoured
to release its fairest maid in such grace
for Artemis seed, we long laboured
with ceaseless devotion to hold Natal's mace
Heaven with speed now granted
Shiloh's supplication, like a sapphire garment worn
to celebrate motherhood. Heaven again voiced,
"for unto you , a child is born,
and unto you a treasure is given"
The starless night embraces a new dawn!
The drums rolls again,
rumblings all over the land
breaking earth's nocturnal silence
with a rhythm of royalty
Ancestral nobles turn in their grave's bed
for such a rhythm is heard but once
to usher in some nobled minded fellow
for such is the rite
Children with faces plagued with hunger
peered through reed fences
their eyes glow with excitement
as they unfold the mystery behind the rumblings
The village spectators all gathered
written on their faces, a glimmer of hope
for they have waited so long for one of theirs,
once lost but now, found.
Monday, December 18, 2006
Tired eyes wink
As stifled dreams blink
And muzzled foetus battles
Fragile uterine wall quivers
disturbed creature quibbles
as alien object approaches
Broken chords snap
Sprawled placenta hangs
Sacred Adam, rendered homeless
His Eden desecrated
Stripped of his innocence
Virginal nakedness revealed
With one last breath
He voicelessly cried
‘I wish I was born’
His death, her pride
Tender flames, snuffed too soon
Tender seed, never to sprout!
*Below are comments that I received on this poem when it was first published on allpoetry.com. I just thought you might want to read them.
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You had me close to tears on this one. I know this is such a touchy issue in today's world-but for the life of me, I will never be able to agree that it is right to steal an innocent child's life from him/her while they are in a place that should be their safe haven. I've seen too many films showing abortions in the process to be told that they don't suffer. Their skin is so thin and fragile-raw nerves unprotected-tell me yanking them apart limb by limb doesn't hurt-tell them, "this hurts me more than it hurts you"-God forgive us for the sins against the unborn who are very much alive.
I applaud this outstanding and moving write~vj
As much as I would have loved to have read this, I couldn't as it was starting to bring back those memories that I don't want. I know what it feels like to lose a child before life has started.
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A very sad powerful and well worded piece here ...suits your picture choice well. Thanks for entering our contest
Oh this was absolutely phenomenal and I completely agree with your train of thought! I thought you did just a wonderful job conveying across just an important message - and the way you worded this piece was absolutely touching and brilliant!
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Very well written!!!!!
This was a very powerful piece that raises the age old issue of prolife or prochoice. I don't like to be involved in that battle at all. You did a marvelous job with your take on this. Joyce
A very powerful poem that you expressed your views well. I too am a pro-life person and wonder why someone would ever want to abort such an innocent life. Well thought out poem! Good luck and welcome to AP
This was both graphic and philosophical. Lots of amazing metaphors and references. Anchored in your message like the child anchored in the womb before being removed. Best of luck.
Your words are so powerful, and so dark. I love the metaphor you used in this poem. It's a great write.