Black And Blackout Poem by Abednego Oghenechovwiere Omashone

From the beginning of the beginnings
All I am is black and blackened;
For this, I’ve had reproachful loves.

From my black blood, comes the light that
Illuminate others’, but not my path.
Crowns of nations emanate from me;
They’re for others_ the sole is for me.

Millions daily feed from my bosom
But, I’m starving to His bosom.
My strength is of the kingly eagles
Yet, I’m with the ducks in the shackles

Through me, gates of irons flung open,
In the gate of reeds, I’m perpetually locked
More blessed than the Blessed Virgin
Yet, cursed than the cursed Iscariot.

I have all it takes to live forever
Yet, my days are numbered;
The slightest provocation can tick my soul away.

Far away, they glory in my glory;
Here within, all is black and blackout.