I. These tears I weep… I weep not for myself, But for what my eyes have seen, And what my ears in awe heard – So great that I cannot but weep. But lost in sorrow, I must speak. II. These tears I weep… I weep not for myself, But for our kith and kin… Continue reading THESE TEARS I WEEP! (a lamentation for Nigeria by Linus Okechukwu)
If I could be before myself Then I might never have been here… But the die was cast, without my help And so I needn’t any fear. My judgment isn’t the one that counts, When all is said and done, But it is He the Throne that mounts And so He is the One. If… Continue reading PRE-EXISTENCE (by Fr. Albert Jungers)
The wind whistles aloud, through my lane;
Like shadows unseen it passes.
And the fierce, busy clouds turn red
But, brave, I stand to conquer my fears.
I murmur in my mind (for nothing),
Yearning within for the taste of Freedom.
Alas, my Freedom is yet to come.
But I see it distant miles ahead.
They have pressed a button. I feel at a pause,
And I steal breaths is desperation;
I have been running, from a distance far away,
But my pace still remains untamed.
The beasts are after me, I shiver in bravery,
Without fears of what is ahead of me.
Oh. My legs caution me, I am not afraid
But I must run (don’t ask me why).
I was born here in this land,
And can dance to the rhythm of its hollow thuds;
I can stand among the best in contest
When it comes, without misplacing a step.
To rent my soul from defeat I pause:
But unknown climates
Feed on my many dreams
And I skip a beat to its rhythm.
As predators draw nearer,
I scuttle along, slowly,
And I begin to hear an the echoes
Of my blinking foot-steps.
My muscles sigh within
And my shadows gasp for breath.
I turned my steps to leaps
And my weakness became huge strength.
With a new found hope, I forge ahead
To a destination of no defeat,
Following unseen paths, out of breath.
I turn and neigh out loud.
Under the cruel tones of the dancing sun and moon,
I shed tears and pled to my feet
As I walk through the shadows of light and darkness,
Withstanding breezes as heavy storms.
Often I find myself beside a pool of water of ignorance
And each time I sink my face into it to drink deeply.
Satisfied, I look ahead to face the fear’s before me
But it only clots the moment with torments!
I have known how life treats; good and bad,
As along I trek, paused to imagine in my heart;
What would life be like
If I could not walk the earth free?
So I walk, towards the destination
The place where the battle must finish;
I trudge ahead in victory, not afraid to fall or fail,
For I must pursue to conquer my fears.
meet the poet: Moses Opara