Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson
Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson Poems
Who dare stand the face of thy effrontery
The bolt of thy voice so gallant that
Thy echoes deracinated the most burly mountain.
Thou spread forth the windows of thy eyes
In thy immortal supremacy cast
Upon the mortal hearts of men
And over them watch with bailiwick.
To the righteous peace accord but
To the wicked you blow to chaff and sweep away
The cry of the innocent you allow no despair
And upon their oppressors you avenge
With the bolt of your anger you strike
Pulling down the wicked and wiping them off the earth's surface.
In thee is refuge found ...
Festival Of Fire
Fierce and fearful the rage.
I dare not open its page.
Lets i be held siege,
Under the authority of the unknown concierge.
But i tell of that celebration,
in time to come be a destruction.
Yet, a little while for purgation:
for then shall there be a separation.