Broken Roses Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

Look at the spot where the bruises
Had eaten deep into her body
Pains were kissed out in mockery.
Watch her mouth and listen to
The voiceless whispering of her crying voice
Her little oven beautiful face had been
Damaged and made to go through sufferness,
Trial and injustice.
Who shall bell the cat?
How long would you torment her?
What offence has she committed that
You would never give her freedom?
i can surrender my soul for her safety
She is someone's daughter born when
The air stood in the middle of the ocean in mayham.
Leave her alone, the rain is yet to come to
Brighten her face and buttress her branches as
Though planted beside River Nkporo.
Let her go i will pay her debt
Let her live i will die for her beauty
I will go for the sake of her love to those
That are left behind me.
She is not a slave nor a criminal
But a human among the outcast to love.
Once broken again, she will feed no more.
Grace be still and stir the angry river to
Make way for her return.
I will depart to that unknown land of still
Born peace to meet my brother.
Who we once played on the Nkporo ground
Where legendary built hut
And myth as the soup used to chew Nkwobi
I will go dont break the roses again.
She needs freedom and liberty just like the
Hibiscus in the field of joy and grace.