What have we become, we sons of men,
Now that we’ve made of Earth a killing den?
The lion kills to put meat in his stomach.
The slithering cobra strikes to repel attack.
…
Neither King Lion that rules the deep jungle
Nor the soaring, sharp-clawed Eagles
Would dare slaughter the rat or stray calf,
Just that they may with blood-mirth laugh!
Why then do men – demon-possessed pack,
Merciless Humans that do humanity lack –
Now slaughter on whims and plunder at will?
Say, can we then call ourselves Humans still!?
…
Do you think the dead can breathe again?
Or a corpse, nurtured with sun and rain?
These hands with which we share out death
Shall, sure, one day lie, without life’s breath!
“These hands with which we share out death
Shall, sure, one day lie, without life’s breath!”
#Deep… !
But tis true right Sir?
“These hands with which we share out death
Shall, sure, one day lie, without life’s breath!”
#Deep !!!
*******SONGS OF TOMORROW********
For donkey years
We toiled in hardship,
That surrounds us like orges!
Protagonists to stain our hopes and futures;
And dispose is to fate.
That craves our root dead:
Though in a crescendo culvert.
We arose beyond the hurdles,
And envisage a future;
Filled with leisures and pleasures!
Amid the orges of hardship
Crawling and cradling into a leap’
That blossomed into a bliss,
With joy of a melodious songs
We sing and dance around.
Wow, a poet’s comments….read delightfully. Thanks.
cooool poem bro Nwadike… I like this.