Chime Justice Ndubuisi (20-11-1984 / Onitsha, Anambra State)
No need to feel sorry my Lord
For sending me out to the wild.
I found in a cave, a hoard
Of gold and a wife who's mild.
This is the hardest part;
We sucked from same mother's breast.
Many marvel at my kind of heart
If it is not one of a beast.
His blood called, you heard from above,
Blood of the Lamb; the first.
You should've split the love
Fifty-fifty, for we were innocent.
It happened, I'll explain,
When the world has a little history
And the land was smooth and plain
But it's not without its own misery.
First, i did not know
It was more of contest than sacrifice;
Not being ready for the show,
I thought a little from my farm'd suffice
Hoping also that God who cursed
The land I cultivate and harvest
Would understand the land hasn't healed,
That I toil day and night without rest,
I should've known that He prefers meat
To ordinary fruits and vegetables
But I only presented what I've got
Ignorant that they'd create no spectacles.
When i said, 'brother follow me
To the wood'
It was with the intention that we
Fetched for our mother, bundles of firewood
But my brother started bragging
Again about the sacrifice;
How God loved him from the beginning.
Must he shame me to my very face?
They say i slayed him out of jealousy
No, it is out of anger
I knew if he dies, i'd be lonely
But I couldn't control my temper.
Now I stare at the road ahead
And the prospect of wandering
Would bring me to danger and great need
For anyone seeing me, i'm game for hunting.
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